This followed the Presentation, Dinner and Dance on the day before, well actually it did go into Sunday a bit. It was in a beautiful neo Georgian House which lent itself very much to the occasion and struck me as being somewhat more intimate than usual. I loved it all, although I did not last long enough. The photography (by Annabel I believe) on whatsap is outstanding.
As the result the attendance for the sailing was thin. Only the early leaver and the hardy were out. Derek and Mary sailed a suitable distance for the comfort of the crew and were the lone GP14. John was out with Deirdre, Hywell with Claude and Stuart with Nicola in Merlins but Stu had to retire with gear failure, what does he do to them? The Handicap fleet excelled with three, The Hon Sailing Secretary, unchasten from his presentation labours and late hours, in his Solo, Laser Ben Go, of course, and me with Paul and Llew in the Enterprise. This diminished to two as the downstream end of the course proved puffy and tricky so Llew was collected expertly on the water by master yachtsman Tim and entertained thereafter in the club. The Laser was uncatchable even though the regulation capsize was executed.
Once again it was a northerly, nothing much up river and a bit unpredictable down, as the wind gusted off Bell Hill. James and Tim did the best they could with the conditions. I am not sure who kept time, it might have been Margaret, so apologies. Sausages and flight plans by Amelia and Colin and card payments by the redoubtable Ian, Bar by Colin and Philip?
Our AGM followed, which was a smooth running affair with never a whiff of controversy. Whither the spirit of Socrates? Only our second Lady Commodore in seventy seven years was elected to much acclaim, my heartiest congratulations to you Michaela and thank you for supplying me with three super crews over the last ten years.
Nigel and Ellen said au revoir after an extremely testing term, the blogger wishes them well and trusts that their presence will remain with us on a not too much reduced basis. I need you in the Fleet Ellen.
I end with thoughts for Sophie now well out in the Atlantic.
As ever Phill