Catamarans are generally perceived as the F1 of boats, so when John, a local sailor, invited me out on his Stealth F-16 Cat, I was excited about the prospect of zipping across the Mar Menor, on a trapeze with the wind in my hair. However, as on most occasions when I make the effort to go sailing, on the day we chose to go out the wind started off light and dropped to nothing, leaving us bobbing up and down in the middle of the lagoon. Despite the lack of speed, I had fun and it turned out to be a very relaxing morning on the water, under a bright January sunshine, and I only got my feet wet. I can’t ask for much more than that.