YOBs Adrift
Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 5:59 pm
I have just returned from a delightful ten days sailing with some newly hatched YOBs. Organised largely by Christian Collins (ex Grecians East) and Jonathan (in limbo between Peele A and Grecians West), some seven of us set off for Brittany at midnight following a barbeque on a deserted moonlit beach. As we sailed along the Breton coast, the sun shone, the sea sparkled, basking sharks basked and the skin peeled off our noses while the spinnaker set in a gorgeous fecund curve.
Moules and crepes were consumed at Trebeurden, rowing tests raged around the red rocks of Ploumanac'h, and anchor watches were set under the stars at the I. de Bréhat. In St Peter Port, Charlotte Gray (she of the Schola Cantorum) entertained at a Karaoke bar while, on our return to Flushing, she teamed up with Alexandra Murr to come last in the ladies bathtub race despite cries of "Come on, Housie!" from the shore.
Olivia Bartleet climbed atop the sixty foot mast in mid-Channel amidst a rising sea while Christian Collins carried off the accolade for the best galley chef. As chief steward and counsellor, Alexandra produced suitable refreshment at opportune moments for skipper and crew alike. Jonathan, first mate and entertainments officer, taught knots and navigation by day and showed films by night. Charlotte claimed that she had at last discovered the real purpose of buoys. (Sp???!)
When someone teaches me how to place pictures (or video?) on the forum without troubling Julian I will do so.
PS Fired by their experiences, Christian and Alexandra are shortly off to Lisbon to join a delivery crew sailing a super yacht from there to the Hebrides.
Moules and crepes were consumed at Trebeurden, rowing tests raged around the red rocks of Ploumanac'h, and anchor watches were set under the stars at the I. de Bréhat. In St Peter Port, Charlotte Gray (she of the Schola Cantorum) entertained at a Karaoke bar while, on our return to Flushing, she teamed up with Alexandra Murr to come last in the ladies bathtub race despite cries of "Come on, Housie!" from the shore.
Olivia Bartleet climbed atop the sixty foot mast in mid-Channel amidst a rising sea while Christian Collins carried off the accolade for the best galley chef. As chief steward and counsellor, Alexandra produced suitable refreshment at opportune moments for skipper and crew alike. Jonathan, first mate and entertainments officer, taught knots and navigation by day and showed films by night. Charlotte claimed that she had at last discovered the real purpose of buoys. (Sp???!)
When someone teaches me how to place pictures (or video?) on the forum without troubling Julian I will do so.
PS Fired by their experiences, Christian and Alexandra are shortly off to Lisbon to join a delivery crew sailing a super yacht from there to the Hebrides.
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