Fast forward to when I was 18. And again, I can remember this like yesterday, it was the America's Cup challenge, our first. It was Fremantle. We were in Taupō, again a summer holiday. I had moved from about six to the age of 18, where I had decided it was time for me to get a tan. And so I laid out on the gravel of Lake Taupō seaside and managed to get second-degree burns the next day. And I am still paying for that: that lack of judgment of a young fella has seen a number of basal and squamous cells cut out of my face; in fact, I've got another one planned in a few weeks' time. Skin cancer has been a front-of-mind consequence for me because of my particular skin type and some of the challenges that I had when I was younger, some of the choices that I made. But I'm fully accountable for that and have to own it.