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Sept 2017

IYC Newsletter

Page 2 Flares, Red Diesel and Coastguard VHF Page 3 Social News Page 4 Club Regalia / Annual Dinner Dance Page 5 Mooring Compound/Haul-Out dates Page 6-10 A Quick Visit to Biscay Page 11-16 IYC East Coast Cruise

(A Quest for the best Fish and Chips) Page 17 Nick Ardley’s latest Book Rochester to Richmond Page 18 Some Dates / IYC Boats for Sale

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Editorial: Flare Disposal: RYA Crowd Funding appeal to raise capital needed to create a flare disposal facility in Dagenham/Dartford area to be run by an explosives company on a non proffit making basis. Read about it here: http://www.rya.org.uk/newsevents/news/Pages/ramora-uk-launches-distress-flare-disposal-service.aspx?utm_campaign=RYA+Cruising+News+-+September+2017&utm_source=emailCampaign&utm_content=&utm_medium=email Seams like a good idea but not much support so far! https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/distress-flare-disposal-service-london-thames Fines for Red Diesel in Belgium You may have seen it on the RYA site, Belgium is “relaxing” its stance on Red Diesel in UK pleasure boats until the outcome of a EU conference on the matter to consider a common European approach on the 18th September 2017. The Belgium customs have apparently suspended tests for Red Diesel in boats until the outcome of that. However this is not a change in their present interpretation of the law, it simply means they wont be looking for it. So for the moment if you have used Red Diesel and stray into Belgium waters you should be OK. Reading between the lines however I would be very cautious not to give them reason to look as they still could still test as part of any other inspection/search. The dye stays in your fuel lines and they can find traces forensically a long long time after it was last used. Hopefully a more sensible common EU policy will be the outcome of the conference this month. Coast Guard VHF Channels Present use of Channels 23 / 84 /86 for Coastguard Broadcasts will cease on Wednesday 6 September 2017 and instead Channels 62 /63 /64 will be used. Channel 10 for MSI continues unchanged. New Channels listed Here: http://www.rya.org.uk/weathertides/Pages/msi-channels.aspx Local changes Walton (WAL) from 23 to 63 Shoeburyness (SHO) from 23 to 63 Bawdsey (BAW)from 84 to 62 Bradwell (BRA) from 86 to 64

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SOCIAL NEWS Sorry there has not been any Social News for a couple of editions due to personal circumstances.

Saturday 1st July we had an evening with the Ultimate Everlys 60 members and guests attended and all had a great evening.

Saturday 19th August was our monthly Quiz Night with 8 teams taking part at those that attended had an enjoyable evening. (welcome back Deb) SEPTEMBER Saturday 2nd Private Function Saturday 23rd Quiz Night OCTOBER Saturday 14th Annual Dinner Dance (at Home) Saturday 21st Quiz Night Saturday 28th Halloween Dance and Fancy Dress

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We now have a new supply for IYC Regalia. Polo Shirts £10.00 T/Shirts (round neck) £7.00 Rugby Shirts £18.00 Sweatshirts £15.00 Hoody (over the head) £16

Hoody (zip up) £17.50 Fleece (zip up) £15.00 Softshell shower proof Jacket £25.00 Softshell shower proof bodywarmer Caps £6.50

Social Secretary Janet Mason

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Moorings and Compound

Dear Members,

As the sailing season will be drawing to a close, winter lift time approaches. The dates are shown below, to remind all members bookings are to be made via myself along with payment. Limited mid-week bookings made be available, please ask at time of booking. 7th October - 14:21 6.1m 14th October - 08:27 5.4m (dry) 21st October - 14:16 5.9m 28th October - 06:06 4.7m (dry) 4th November - 12:11 6.0m 11th November - 05:12 4.7m (dry) 18th November - 12:17 5.7m 25th November - 05:32 4.8m (dry) During the summer the team has been kept busy maintaining the moorings. Following from a requirement from the Club's insurance policy all moorings were inspected and works to jetties is being carried out as required The state of some moorings leaves a lot to be desired, and given the cost of boats one can only wonder at why such a lack of maintenance is put into the berth that the boat is secured to and members walk over. Some members may have noticed the work done, indeed a couple have passed their thanks to the team, which is always appreciated. So to all members, please maintain your jetties, timber and fixings are available and help can be provided at request. A quick moan about keeping the yard clean and tidy. Whilst certain members may feel it’s OK to treat the yard like a dumping ground this only means that someone else has to tidy up. Two cases in point, a couple of weeks back the 2 bins by the mooring entrance were full, but people decided rather than use one of the 3 bins between the jetties and the main gate (or the 3 large bins outside the yard) they’d dump waste by the bins. Surely they treat their own homes better. Then there are those who can’t be bothered to empty their waste oil into the waste oil tank, but leave it in bottles by the tank. 5 or 6 bottles were emptied and about a dozen empties put in the bin when I did a tidy up there the other weekend, time better spent but for a few ignorant and lazy members. Any member seen dumping waste will be reported to the Flag Officers. On happier notes, the mooring & compound team is the largest it’s been in a very long time. Whether it’s due to the camaraderie the team enjoy or the cake selection that we enjoy at tea time who knows, but the wider membership should be thankful to those who turn out week after week and do the “unseen graft”. So to those who don’t come along the message is come join us, you may enjoy it!!! All are welcome. Rgds Alex.

A Quick Visit to Biscay

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On May 8th this year, Morning Star set off on a 4 month trip to the Bay of Biscay, accompanying Cuffysark who were starting a 10 year change of lifestyle. Setting off on the midday high tide, we had a great sail as far as North Foreland, reaching speeds of over 9 knots in a NNW wind which increased from force 3 to 4 to 5. We decided to continue to Dover, but as we passed Ramsgate, the wind veered NNE and continued to increase to force 6 at South Foreland. We had to wait outside Dover harbour for a ferry to arrive, in very sloppy seas, as we tried to furl the sails, but by 19:15 we were tied up snugly.

We each had different plans for the South Coast, as Cuffysark wanted to spend some time in Eastbourne, while we had a voucher for 2 nights in Portsmouth. However on Tuesday 16th, as we set off for France, we received a call from Ian to say that they were heading for Cherbourg on the same tide. We had a lumpy sail in WSW 3-4 increasing 5 round the Isle of Wight, but as we cleared it the wind dropped until we were forced to start the engine or miss the tide. We had dinner (and a few bottles of wine) on board Cuffysark that evening.

From Cherbourg we returned together to British soil (Guernsey), before heading south for St. Malo then west to St. Quay and the River Trieux. The entrance to the river looked rather dangerous, with lines of jagged rocks sticking out to sea, but was actually quite easy with modern chart plotters.

The R Trieux is beautiful, especially once you go under the bridge at Lezardrieux. The banks are covered with trees which are full of birds; the only sounds were the hulls swishing through the water and birds calling. We even heard a woodpecker on the shore. There was a railway line running along the port side bank, and a steam train passed us going upstream.

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Then just around a bend, a magnificent 15th century chateau appeared above the trees.

At the end of the river was a lock, which was closed, with 2 mooring buoys outside. It was so pretty that we decided to stop for Pimms. Just as we were settling back, glass in hand, a vedette arrived. The lock keeper opened the gates for him and shouted across to ask if we were going in as well. It seemed rude not to! So there we were, tying up in the lock, under the watchful eyes of the vedette crew and passengers! Once out of the lock, we motored along the canal to Pontrieux which is probably the prettiest town we visited.

After one night at Pontrieux, we went by way of Roscoff to L’Aber-Wrac’h (which means Valley of the Fairies). There are 3 entrances to L’Aber-Wrac’h, the shortest of which, La Malouine, was the most difficult. Cuffysark was keen to do some pilotage and called us up to see if we prepared to take on the most challenging entrance which saved a couple of miles. The conditions were perfect: neap tides, good visibility, little swell and light winds. There were strange rock formations at the river mouth and a narrow channel which had to be followed closely, but we soon found ourselves in a wide bay with mooring buoys and a

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small marina. Cuffysark picked up a buoy; Morning Star moored up to the outside of the western arm of the marina, a common practice in Brittany.

Later a French boat rafted up to us and half a dozen French men and women, chattering excitedly, leapt ashore for showers then returned to their boat for a meal. Within 2 hours, they had cast off their lines and were on their way again. I asked them where they had come from. “Ireland,” they replied.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Biscay!” they called as they disappeared into the distance. They were obviously enjoying themselves, but I prefer to see something of the places I visit.

Once out of L’Aber-Wrac’h, we continued south, passing Ushant to starboard and entering the Bay of Biscay. We stopped at several marinas and anchorages on our way, before receiving a bad weather warning and taking refuge in Loctudy. Loctudy is a delightful marina: well-sheltered, with good Wi-Fi connections (important when it is pouring with rain and blowing a gale outside) - and they provided free bikes for marina clients! Theoretically only for 2 hours, but out of season no one was counting. We explored the area by bike, went shopping by bike and Bob even went for a haircut on his bike! There was a weekly market just opposite the marina and a regular bus service into the quaint medieval town of Quimper. (Except that the day we decided to go happened to be a Saint’s Day, and so a holiday and so - no bus! We went the following day instead.)

French sailors in this part of Brittany tend to approach their moorings with no ropes or fenders ready. I think this is because they don’t know where they’ll need them until after they have arrived. One of the locals, not paying attention to where he was steering, hit the jetty behind Cuffysark, bounced off and slid up Ian’s mooring line, hitting his port hull and causing some damage above the waterline. Luckily, the boat menders were able to fix it the following day.

We continued south, anchoring and picking up buoys in several rivers, until we reached the Gulf of Morbihan. The Gulf was originally an inland sea, with its own tidal system, until the Atlantic broke through at Crouesty. Now it has odd eddies and strong currents, but is a very pretty place to visit. We anchored first off Isle de Longue, which was beautifully peaceful, continued to the medieval town of Vannes, then picked up a buoy at Port Blanc. From there we could see the effects of the strange eddies from the cafe ashore. After an overnight

anchor at the Ile d’Arz, we left the Gulf at

Boats facing in different directions due to eddies

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Crouesty. This is the largest marina I have seen; there are rumours of crews who have left their boats to go ashore and spent days trying to find them!

By now it was much warmer, but sadly the wind had died, so we continued south via 2 pretty little islands called Houat and Hoedic (the Duck and the Duckling in Breton) to Pornichet, which was as close as we could get to St. Nazaire. A race had been arranged between Queen Mary 2 and 4 racing trimarans from St Nazaire to New York. We took a bus into town to watch the yachts preparing for the race and to see the arrival of Queen Mary 2

The race was due to begin at 7pm the next day (Sunday 25th June), so we set sail at 5pm so as not to miss anything. We reached the start line at 6pm, along with many other boats, and milled about waiting. The big trimarans could be seen further upriver, testing the winds and currents. Just before 7, the Queen Mary 2 could be seen in the distance making her way slowly towards the starting line. A French naval vessel fired a 21 gun salute and an Airbus A380 performed a fly-past. As she sailed down the R Loire, water cannon were firing and fireworks were set off in her honour. As she approached the start line, the warning gun was fired and the racing trimarans appeared behind her running for the line. Then at 7pm sharp, the race began. The trimarans were already at full speed. They passed the liner, heading for the horizon. The watching boats all turned and hurried after them. We had to go too, or be stampeded by hundreds of motor boats, fishing boats and yachts. The sea was churned up by so much traffic. Soon, all the racing boats had disappeared and we continued to L’Herbaudiere for the night. (It took Queen Mary 5 days to cross the Atlantic; she sailed directly across, but the yachts had to detour to avoid bad weather. The fastest yacht was Macif, captained by Francois Gabart, who took 8 days 31 minutes and 20 secs.)

From here we sailed, mostly under engine due to light winds, to Les Sables, then to La Rochelle where we were again stormbound for several days. From there it was on to Rochefort. As the lock at Rochefort had limited opening times, we spent the following night at anchor in the mouth of the R Charente ready to continue the next morning. From here we were going to Royan. This involves sailing out of the river north around the Ile d’Oleron, then west before turning south to go around the island. There is a shortcut. Reeds almanac says “Any swell speedily forms breakers, and the channel is very dangerous then or in any onshore winds. In calm weather with no swell, a stout craft and reliable engine and having gained local knowledge, consider entering about HW -1; ideally following a local FV with deeper draft.” Our guide book describes it as “an exposed narrow straight between the mainland and the southern tip of Oleron used by local fishermen but is justifiably regarded

Macif passing Queen Mary 2 with Actuel in the background

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as dangerous for visiting yachts,” and fails to give any navigational directions. So guess which way the skippers decided to go? Again, conditions were ideal and as we started off, we realised that a local sailing yacht (with fishing rods) was just ahead of us. Although we did our own navigation, we were pleased to see that she was following the same route as we had planned. It was a very pretty passage, with a picturesque fishing village to starboard

and silvery sands edged by trees to port. As the channel widened, we passed the local yacht and continued on our way. After a while, I chanced to look behind us - to see the yacht sailing up onto the beach! It had a lifting keel!

Finally we were at Royan, where we would say goodbye to Ian and Lorraine. They were going to continue south to Spain, through the French CELM firing range; we were turning north to go back home. We had enjoyed sailing in company together for almost 2 months. Having sailed south mainly along the coast, we were planning to island-hop back. As we separated, the temperatures hit a new high (35˚C or 95˚F) and we were looking forward to finding some cool breezes to speed us on our way.

(To read more about Cuffysark, see Lorraine’s blog www.cuffysarkadventures.com) Gillian Hough

Our mooring on Ile d'Houat shows that Biscay is not always rough

This boat appears to sink -but actually it was just the swell!

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IYC East Coast Cruise 2017 (A Quest for the best Fish and Chips)

Saturday morning, August 5th, Sun shining and a few boats start to trickle out of Smallgains bound for an East Coast Cruise. The forecast was a mixed bag and it certainly turned out that way. A pleasant sail at first but soon dark clouds rolled in. One line squall passed close by and lightning was seen in the distance prompting the donning of Oilies, then another came square on, Darker, Rain hissing as it hit the water like a solid curtain about to engulf us and open up the heavens, which it did with some considerable force. The Four IYC boats that were in close company scattered as various efforts to reef were made and then the boats were off like steam trains galloping over white horses past the Maplin Buoy and on.

Well that helped cover a few miles but an hour later we were ghosting across the Swatchway searching for zephyrs. So Iron Topsails on and we all motored into the Colne to anchor in Pyefleet Creek for the night.

Sunday the assembled IYC fleet (I think in correct order of length) Aquila, Pompey Lass, Catnap, Verne, Kachina and Blue Haze (a friendly from West Mersea Yacht Club) set off up the coast for Walton Backwaters. Now this really was a stomping sail. A bit lumpy over the Colne Bar but the sun was out and the boats sliced up the Wallet with wind on the quarter and eventually a run. Some Dolphins came to play off Frinton and the Seals were out in respectful numbers entering the backwaters. At the

Twizzle the fleet split with Catnap and Blue Haze preferring the better holding ground in Hamford water and Aquila, Pompey Lass, Vern and Kachina chancing Stone point. In Hamford Water Catnap being the bigger boat decided to anchor and offer a berth alongside for Blue Haze, Geoff the skipper rather prudently decided to stand off.. because Catnap was still going backwards apparently with an anchor that had developed an adversity for its seabed. In the Twizzle, off Stone Point, three boats brought up firmly, the forth also having problems. But we all got there in the end. After all the weekend beach squatters had left the point those of us in rowing distance of the beach met up for an evening BBQ.

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Lahni and Jordon from Pompey Lass explored the rock pools whilst the grown ups filled a few glasses and the evening was rounded off with Roasted Marshmallows which became a recurring delicacy over the cruise.

Monday was another downhill run for the Deben. The IYC armada nipped across the main shipping channel that fed the marine metropolis that is Felixstowe and then started dodging lobster pots. We had been pushing the tide all the way up the coast but as we entered the Woodbridge Haven channel the flood follows you in and blew us out through the narrows into the Deben like discarded playthings of the current.

There was a lot of choice for mooring buoys at Ramsholt Quay, too much for some of the more fussy of us, but you may as well take the best option you can, but Vern went onto Woodbridge as they wanted stores. Colin broke out the children’s model which looked so much fun plans were made to visit the Woodbridge Model Yacht lake. But not the best idea in a strong flood tide, soon dinghies were despatched to retrieve the models and later ‘Dad’ managed to break one of them. So the model lake outing was off. It was as we picked up our mooring here that a passing yacht shouted at us. Busy making fast I didn’t take too much notice but a little while later the yacht returned. It was Nick and Christobel Ardley in Whimbrel. We would cross tacks with them several times during our stay in the Deben.

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Soon a variety of inflatable tenders set off for the Quay and we all assembled at the Pub and later had a splendid dinner. It was at this point that the crew of Catnap, a Prout Cat, started its ‘Quest’ to find the best East Coast Cod and Chips. Next day was Woodbridge and on Kachina we found ourselves following Whimbrel up the Deben right into the Tidemill Marina. Of course Stores and showers are the main draw of a marina and after all that was done most of crews went off to a variety of eateries for the evening and a few of us had a BBQ on the pontoons whilst Jordon and Lahni fished for crabs. Wednesday was miserably wet, it rained and rained, which put the blockers on any real outings around Woodbridge. A lot of time was devoted to shops, coffee houses, public houses and walking under umbrellas so Annette and I retreated from the rain into the theatre to watch Dunkirk. Later we all met up at the Anchor for dinner, The Fish and Chip quest continued by the Prout sailors and coincidently Peter and Lorain from Vern met up with old friends from the Prout family over a glass – or two. The plan for Thursday had been Waldringfield, but there were no spare moorings so some set course for Ramsholt Quay again, some Felixstowe Ferry. We headed for the later but after being pushed out of the channel by a big 45+ foot Dutch Yacht decided we like the idea and went exploring cutting all the corners of the river, even going the other side of two of the islands. Which was very satisfying as we kept overhauling the Dutch Yacht. Safely on a mooring buoy assigned to us by the HM at Felixstowe Ferry we were soon joined by most of the remaining IYC boats including Whimbrel and took to the tender to go exploring. The tide across the narrows was too strong to row so we took the ferry to Bawdsey. The manor house is now a kids holiday adventure centre but you can walk round the beach to the front of it. There used to be a Museum in the Manor for the RAF Radar station which was there during WW2. It was the first, so very secret back then. Some enthusiasts intend to reopen it later this year in another building. Back on the Felixstowe Ferry side we walked up to the sand bar to watch the tide tumbling over it like rapids near low water and on the way back met up with the crew of Catnap at the Pub where they were going to try the local Fish and Chips.

Friday morning required passage over the bar well before or well after the morning Low water. Some opted for an early departure, which meant leaving about 5am just as the red glow lit up the sky, creeping out past those that had opted to make the best of their beds.

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For those of us that left early we set sails and started beating against a light wind and tide on a crisp bright morning. One long tack took us to the Naze where the wind came a little more on the nose and we started long tacks zig zagging Up the Wallet.

Colin got brave on Pompey Lass tacking close to one of the windmills for a better look and those that left later caught up on motor and we all converged on Tollesbury about the same time, just as the wind got up and it became interesting.

Tollesbury is quite unique as a marina in that it provides a swimming pool, something the children made excellent use of, Every Day. The clubhouse also has a good restaurant and an East Coast Cruise dinner had long been planned for our stay here. Once again Catnap were on the Fish and chips quest and we all sat at one big table with the wine and conversation flowing freely. Eventually the conversation came round to our next port. The original plan had been West Mersea, but that wasn’t possible now so Bradwell Marina or the anchorage

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off Osea Island were options and that conversation lead to anchoring problems, anchors and individual ground tackles. Suddenly one skipper who had been distracted by another conversation, and quite a few sherbets, suddenly looked at us rather shocked, then to a stunned silence tried to whisper to his crew having clearly misheard their comparison. He immediately saw the funny side and it was something we all laughed about for days. Split over the anchoring issues Sunday saw some set of for Osea Island to anchor in the gut that runs close to the beach, the remainder headed for Bradwell where Catnap went up the pub and tested the Fish and Chips. Again. On the island we had another BBQ and again finished it off with Toasted Marshmallows. Whilst we were there a woman and a dishevelled looking man with a dog and what looked like a costa coffee cup appeared out of the trees and walked past us onto the beach. I smiled at them and attempted a joke about Costs Coffee getting everywhere. He looked at the cup, sideways at me, said nothing and disappeared down the beach. We started joking that perhaps there might be a MacDonalds when the woman came back. “One of our clients is concerned about your presence, they pay a lot of money for their privacy and I need to tell you that you this is a private island”. Well we knew that but also that it was a public beach up to the high water mark. Colin confirmed that we understood. “Well I am duty bound to tell you that if you go onto the island you would be trespassing and could be prosecuted”. We assured her we understood and she marched off back down the the beach. We got on with our BBQ pondering where the highest Astronomical Tide line would be. That night the sky was alive with shooting stars and Colin and Lahni actually counted 10 before her bedtime.

Monday morning we were ashore again beachcombing. We walked along to the East point of the island where there is a pillbox which we scaled for the view, the hell of it, and to pick blackberries. I actually landed on this in a helicopter on my 50th Birthday, also just for the hell of it. We saw no more of the woman or the man with the dog.

Around midday the other boats from Bradwell started passing and we upped anchor and followed on for Heybridge. This is a photo of myself as a child in the Family Silhouette Senior in the locks around 1960 (netting baby eels if I recall correctly) but I had never been back since, so this was a trip down memory lane. It hasn’t changed much.

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The first night at Heybridge we had an impromptu gathering in the cockpit of Pompey Lass. So many were crammed in that the bow was out of the water. Then Lorain suggested we do something about dinner and phoned the Jolly Sailor who could cater for us all so long as we were there in ten minutes. There was a mad evacuation and we all piled into the Pub. This was the final sampling for the Catnap crew quest for the best Fish and Chips on the East Coast. Felixstowe Ferry has a reputation for the best Fish and chips and the Ferry Boat Inn lived up to that reputation. Tollesbury, The Jolly Sailor and Green Man at Bradwell came close behind in that order. But trailing by some way The Anchor at Woodbridge disappointed and Ramsholt Arms came last. Tuesday was a day of excursions and rest but come the evening the BBQ’s went on again and this time everyone participated. A fair bit of consumption, food and drink took place because we all had too much of everything left over and it was so pleasant sitting at the picnic benches by the boats star gazing and indulging in the consumables and conversation. And this time we had a big bag of Marshmallows. Wednesday was about explorations. Some went off to Maldon, the Catnap buoys set of in their inflatable for the Tesco’s pontoon about 2 miles up the canal to have a late breakfast and then went exploring to see how far they could go up the canal. I learnt to row in this canal as a child so I went for a nostalgic row and it was interesting to see the canal the same way I recalled it from my childhood. Thursday morning we all set out from the Lock early with a strong westerly breeze behind us and a few dolphins on the way. Everyone had decided it was time to head back but at the Spitway I parted company as I was heading up the Crouch for North Fambridge. Tacking up the crouch the wind got stronger and I kept reefing. I recorded 34knots of wind, but I was sheltered by the land and sands. Offshore I could see the rest of the fleet bashing into it and hoped they weren’t getting too much of a pounding. I half expected to see them turn back but they all made it back to the IYC OK. It wasn’t an ambitious cruise, no long demanding passages. Just cruising with the company and support of fellow club members, BBQ’s, Toasted Marshmallows, Fish and Chips, Pleasant Pubs and Restaurants with great company, exploring, a little adventure, secluded anchorages and the tranquillity of river cruising. Looking forward to next year already.

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Nick Ardley’s latest Book Rochester to Richmond

A Thames Estuary Sailor’s View A Thames Estuary sailor’s reflections on the ever-changing riverside

from the Nore to London

• A book for lovers of sailing amongst salt, marsh and mud. • A passage not made within the pages of a book since the 1920s • Beautifully illustrated with modern images from the water interspersed with old

prints • Rochester to Richmond is of love and enthusiasm for an unknown side of the

River Thames

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• Some dates for the rest of the 2017 season • • Sep 9th Green King and Whitbread Races

• Sep 16th Queenborough Race • • Sep 17th Paul Metson Race • Sep 23rd Sunnyside Cup Cruisers/Dinghies • Sep 23rd Quiz Night • Oct 8th Koningstein Cup Cruisers/Dinghies • Oct 14th Dinner and Dance • Oct 22nd Gin and Rum

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The last race this year the port to port CCS series is the race to Queenborough on Saturday 16th. September. The start is at 11-30 from the Leigh Buoy A complimentary buffet meal has been arranged at the Queenborough Yacht Club on Saturday evening after the race ( don't forget your lifejacket if you want to use the services of the trot boat ) Entry Form to be complete and return to Mike Blatcher or our CCS Rep by Thursday 14th. September please.