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30 aspiring students and 6 brave instructors converged on Largs Marina
one fine Saturday in April. Each of the six chartered yachts became melting
pots of human talents and characters as the crews rapidly got to know each
other in the cockpits and confined spaces below. Some had no experience,
some had lots, many snored loudly!
What did we do? Lots of things! There were syllabuses to be covered and tests
to be taken. The weather threw everything from hail to gale. Night sailing
tentatively along the main shipping lane to Glasgow was truly memorable;
in this context the phrase 'maritime motorway' springs to mind, and we crossed
it in the dark! Another boat had an encounter with the SAS after trying to
take a bearing on their submarine and its conning tower.
What did the week do for us? Maybe there was a piece of paper, or an autograph
in a logbook gained at the end, but the real benefit of the training was
learning to be prepared for the unexpected.
In the case of our crew, the boat 'Kiwi' helped greatly in this. Blocked
loo, leaking inflatable, missing whisker pole, dying radio and dead light
bulbs all taxed the ingenuity of captain and crew members. In a charter boat,
you can resort to written instructions for help when things go wrong; 'Just
flick the reefing lines if they become jammed' they said. The author certainly
did not write that note after 30 minutes trying to control the mainsail during
a force 7 blow!
Our gratitude goes to the instructors who gave up a week of their holidays
in busy lives full of business and family commitments to widen our eyes and
our experience. We won't forget them or their exhortations. We'll go out
on the water that little bit safer because of you gentlemen. |