The long hot summer returns after a brief period of wind and a sprinkle of water. Flushing was bedecked with flags and people and an alleged no go zone for vehicles for the village regatta.
An impressive 40 yachts turned out for the regatta run from the sailing club with Kaye Price the Race Officer. I was surprised at how much breeze their was coming down the Penryn river as it was flat calm at home as I flew my mini drone in the garden earlier.
Four boats went for the line in Q class with a DBS racing skiff looking like a sure winner. I donít think that the multiple trapeze wires would be in use as the breeze had all but died. The class went off with limp kites on a sort of starboard pole.
There were 11 boats in U Class and the fairway was quite congested. The tide was running out at full tilt and there was hardly a breath of wind. On Trifle we had moved the kite gear twice and settled for a starboard pole. We were in danger of being swept over the line prematurely with no hope of returning so stalled the boat while trying to stem the tide while waiting for the seconds to count down.
We were next to Alan and Jane in Popincoota by the new starboard buoy when Inez announced the start. Spinnaker up, Genoa down and drift in max tide with everyone else while trying to get a few trillion molecules of air in the kite. A start at the front with others seemed quite good but then we saw Kaimana on the Flushing side with Jess flying a very full old kite and the boat fair hurtling! Over we went to find the wind was not there for us.
At this juncture we caught up the stranded Q fleet and the 4 Sunbeams who started after us charged into the back of us. There was Tai Mo Shan at right angles to the tide and the sailing hordes, completely in irons with a backed jib going nowhere and a very worried look on Neilís face.
We went behind and then got stuffed under the rest of the fleet who like us had dropped spinnakers and were now trying to beat against a non-existent wind from the south. W fleet fielded 2 starters and G fleet 5 boats with a welcome to Jean Genie and David Spargo. There were two R fleet which were Mirror dinghies.
The Commodore John Maunder started the 9 working boats and 3 C class between the docks and Frigate buoy. On Trifle we took a dive and drifted around the rear of the fleet to clear our air. We caught a zephyr and managed to get the sails to fly a shape? Trifle took off and we were soon passing the working boats jockeying for their start. I kept in maximum tide as far as I could and we made our own wind to the 8-knot markers when a tack angle to clear the docks opened up. A gentle hitch onto port and again the strong tide pushing made wind and the hull started to gurgle.
We could see Robin Edwards in Firebird on the same tack being headed into the sewage works bay but we managed to get our keel over the tide and a magic lift then took us toward Castle buoy. The wind went south and the header made us tack and go straight to Castle. A gybe set ensued and we headed to the east of East Narrows to stay out of tide on a port pole run. Then a mini lift toward Vilt and a quick glance behind to see the rest of our fleet chasing hard. The kite was dropped and we rounded Vilt in company with B class back markers. A close reach to the moorings off Trefusis and the wind started to come on the beam so we hoisted the kite and flew it very shy to the start of the fairway then rounded the turning mark and a finish on the club line.
Tea and Cakes were gratefully taken as we watched the back markers of the fleet still clawing their way up the harbour as the breeze dropped to zilch again. Thanks to Kay and Inez plus all the ops room staff, the organisers of the event and the tea ladies. Giles and Hayley for transporting us and the weather gods for a lovely day. My neighbours went to a radio controlled aircraft display up on the north coast and spent the day with a blanket over their knees, as it was cloudy, damp and quite cold!
All bunched up as we try to sail down through the harbour
Drifting along: the Sunbeam started 5 minutes after U class, alas.
Cake: it's what village regattas are all about (except at St Mawes)