Forever after to be known as “The Inuendo Cruise”) – Bavaria 34 “Bagadeus”
As I was unloading my rather small weekend sailing bag containing, 2 pairs of shoes, 1 Pair of seaboots, thermals, mid layer, oilies, hats socks – you are getting the picture? Well this is the Solent in September!! I was accosted by an old acquaintance who appraised me of the weather forecast for the weekend!!, shall I just take a pair of shorts and a couple of shirts??? Nah, as I already said, this is the Solent in September!
Our skipper and some of the crew were already on board and after introductions the obligatory kettle was put on. Soon after another member of the crew joined us and we then adjourned to the Ketch Rigger for our evening meal and a small glass of Sherry, and then we were joined a little later by the 6th and final member of our crew who has an affinity to Prince Charles as he has the unusual claim to fame of also being at both of Charles weddings!! The evening degenerated as the effect of the Sherry kicked in, and the small talk went from, how much sailing experience you have to what washing machine and vacuum cleaner you own and even what sort of lawn mower !!!
‘Bagadeus’ the kettle was once again put on, and out came homemade cakes! Coffee and Walnut and Lemon Drizzle!!, Now call me shallow if you like but I was really beginning to like this particular crewmember by now, especially as Coffee and Walnut is my favourite, and I made a mental note to ensure that there would be none left by Sunday.
Saturday dawned cold damp and very foggy, this is not good we thought. However, after an expertly cooked breakfast, the sun began to burn off the fog and a gorgeous day looked in prospect.
I was offered the honour of acting as ‘Mate’ for the day, so with myself at the helm we slipped Hamble Point without too much stress and headed out toward the Solent. The wind was really light and quite fluky so motor sailing was the order of the day with each crewmember having a half hour stint on the helm. Our original plan was to anchor in Newtown Creek for lunch, but on approach it looked like a motorway service area on a Bank Holiday, so we decided to use the anchoring area outside. All was calm and serene as we made our approach and the order was given to drop the anchor. After a relatively short time all hell broke loose as the windlass tried to follow the anchor and chain into the murky depths!! The decision was made to cleat the anchor chain off and reassess the situation after lunch (assuming we were still afloat!) On further inspection it was discovered that the base mounting for the windlass had already been repaired, and this is what had failed again.
The wind had filled a bit by now and we were able to make reasonable headway across towards Lymington with a view to tacking back to Yarmouth where we had a berth booked. As we approached Yarmouth we were greeted by the spectacle of numerous Gaff rigged boats with their multi coloured sails being picked out in the bright sunlight, it really was special.. Passing the sign saying “Harbour Full”, we found our pontoon and rafted alongside a Westerly Consort with not too much drama and broke out the beers.
The Mate had arranged all the food for the BBQ and we made our way to the BBQ area, surprise surprise, lovely summer evening and all of the BBQ areas were taken, a-ha time for another beer!. The Mate being as resourceful as ever found a large stone near to the shoreline, which was perfect to house our coals, so we fired up. The BBQ consisted of Steak burgers, Ferociously hot Lamb and Chilli burgers, chicken and lamb kebabs and sausages all cooked to perfection, thank you Chef!
We returned to Bagadeous for the obligatory night cap and slab of cake, I now was on a mission as I had heard that a potential robber was back in the country and may be parachuting in to stake a claim on my cake.
Now, when we were discussing sleeping arrangements on the Friday night, I was very honest and said that I snored, a lot! However my companion in the saloon said that he didn’t, needless to say I was a little concerned that I may keep him (And the rest of the crew) awake! Can I just say – you is a fibber!!!!
Our neighbours had said that they were leaving early so the decision was made to get up about 7 and beat the rush for the showers
Sunday morning was again still and misty, and we all managed to get up on time and undertake the trek to the toilet block, which was really quite busy even at this ungodly hour. On our return a conversation ensued regarding the inordinate amount of time that a woman can take to shower, at which time our skipper made his feelings known in a way that only a chap can!! However this was taken as a compliment that quite clearly our skipper felt comfortable in her presence.
We left Yarmouth with the Mate at the helm and Mate for the day and started our way back to the Hamble in very light airs, motor sailing became the order for the day again. We picked up a buoy on the lead in to Power Station creek and sat in awe at the size of the container ships that were going in and out of Southampton. After a short break for lunch we proceeded back to the Hamble in a really busy procession, which got quite exciting at times as only the Hamble can on a busy Sunday afternoon, but a perfect approach was made as was departure to and from the refuelling berth at Warsash!
The weekend seemed to pass all too quickly and before we knew it the decks were scrubbed, heads cleaned and we were all heading towards our respective vehicles for the trip home.
I must say that I, for one, had a FANTASTIC weekend, the crew demographics were amazing and I hope that my fellow crewmembers enjoyed it as much. This sort of event makes me wonder why I do not sail with the club as much as I did anymore.