At last, a nice steady south westerly of about 9 to 12 mph, what a treat, a bit grey but the occasional patch of blue. Richad Cass and tall Rob were in charge and set a nice long beat up river and a gybe mark down near Garricks Temple, which actually had wind on it.
Just one GP, the others must be hibernating, John with Sue. The Merlins had two Hywell with Lucy P and Stuart with Nicola. Hywell led the fleet but executed a backward flip into the Thames. Lucy with gazelle like agility was on the hull in a trice and later complained of being too warm, a complaint not heard from her helm. They recovered to finish though. Stuart breezed by to take the lead.
Once again the best show was from the hardy Handicap fleet, we all might have to join them if attendances continue to fall? Out in this fleet went Nigel and David Solo’s and in Comets George and Brian. George had a good start and I don’t think was ever challenged, David had the opposite, perhaps he did not hear the signals. Brian had a shocker but Nigel remained respectable, when is he anything else?
Our Enterprises just had two, Ellen with Jane and me with dialectic Paul. Both had a conservative start, much respect in the air, but the Dutchess the better of the two and along with her dynamic and strategic crew could not be caught for the whole race. There was an oh dear moment at the last windward mark when it was touched and momentary panic set in, but order was restored in a nick and the lead maintained.
Time was by Hillary and Emily, Sausages by Alex assisted by Brian (nice job Alex not overcooked) and bar by various and Brian. Llew assisted Harry and Rob in the safety boat and no doubt conversed considerably.
Some photo’s herewith (I hope) were taken by Richard but none of his own fleet but we were there.
See you next week for lunar tunes and miming on the balcony, let’s hope not all are put off?
We all wish our Commodore a rapid recovery (not the dreaded) and her Father too.