Instruction by an experienced RYA First Aid instructor who is also a yachtswoman and registered and practicing nurse.

To be held at Bernays Hall in Stanmore.

Only 11 places remain.

Please contact Phil Sugarman (training@hssc.org.uk or 07803 176 977) to book a place.

Thursday 1600hrs 19th April to Monday 0900hrs 23rd April (four nights)

For some days leading up to the event, a close and watchful eye was kept on the weather forecasts, as they lurched from damp, to very wet and back again! However, we were not to be put off, and slowly, slowly, the forecasts improved enough for us to become a little less pessimistic.

I personally have been to 5 concerts over recent years, and never yet had a wet one! So with maybe unfounded optimism, and a bit of a prayer, we made ready to welcome our crew, Maureen and Diana BC and set sail for East Cowes, (via Gosport to collect Robert).

The weather remained fair as it turned out, there was no queue for the lock and the short passage on Friday from Chichester to Gosport was enjoyable, for once, with winds in the right direction to allow us to sail in a relaxed manner, rather than beat!

Friday night dinner was a traditional affair aboard Sea Dream with chicken soup, roast chick, garden veggies etc! This sailing club definitely sails on its stomach; always has, and I sincerely hope always will!

Robert arrived ahead of time on Saturday morning, hot foot from the railway via the greenie ferry! We made off for East Cowes and once again enjoyed a fair old sail, with definite hints of increasing periods of warm and sunny weather, and friendly winds.

Such good progress was made that we were able to drop the hook, and bob around in Osborne bay for an hour for a leisurely lunch on deck, in advance of the serious eating and drinking of bubbly to come later on.

Moored up in East Cowes Marina, we were joined by Nigel and Barbara for a welcome cup of tea prior to packing up at least half the contents of the food lockers and fridge, together with folding chairs, chilled bubbly, rugs, wetties etc, etc and pile all into our aged, but loyal wheelie shopping trolley… not so fashionable I grant you, but fit for purpose still after some 20 years of good use by Avi!

Steve, Louise, Anna and Yamma arrived in good time and soon we were all propelled, courtesy of the ever-efficient Jones’ Taxi service, to the grounds of Osborne house, arriving just as doors were opening, and laying claim to a prime pitch. The landlubbers:- Hilary and Nick, Victor, Gerry, Nigel and Barbara, and Steve and Val joined us as we set about laying out a veritable feast.

Much eating, drinking and amiable banter ensued, until some sort of hush fell as the concert began.

The Master Singers, William Tell and Star Wars, preceeded the Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, Danse Macabre, Strauss polkas (complete with some prancing and dancing from a few active members) giving rise to some very Close Encounters of several kinds!!!

The second half of the programme was the predictable, familiar with the “never can do without” works that feature annually at the last night of the proms in any location. Complete with the HSSC version of the sailor’s hornpipe performed with much vigour, endless flag flying and a definitely hearty round of Rule Britannia and Jerusalem, we ooohed and aaahed with the fireworks until the very last spark and ember had died away.
 

The informality of the evening, and the fairly close, friendly and intimate location shared by some many hundreds of like-minded folk gives this event its longevity and enjoyability and is why we shall return for many years we hope.

A tired but happy bunch returned to boats, guest houses, and hotels, and sleep came easy!

The following day dawned sunny and bright, and although Sea Dream encountered problems with her battery charger ably dealt with by Sea Start, otherwise known as AA for the Solent, we were all on our way home by 12.00 noon. A spritely downwind sail East in good time was only marred by the absence of free flow at the now infamous Chichester Lock. Because of the time of high water and due to the restrictions of the Neap tide, some 40 boats or more had arrived at the lock all at once and the resulting melee and scrummage persisted for more than an hour, standing ground, (or actually water!) all the time. Not fun, and definitely not what you want at the end of such a commodious weekend.

However, all was well in the end, with the stalwart Captain Avi saying calm and cool throughout. That doesn’t mean that the skippers mate, remained equally so, but that minor domestic is not subject for this report!

All had a fab time, and we are definitely planning to return next year, together with an even larger number of members and their boats, it is hoped.

Dates for next year’s concert will be available in due course from the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra web-site:- www.bsolive.com

Sandy Riegler
Sea Dream

NO HEROES this year, No wind, No race but YES, beautiful sunshine and Yes sparkling blue seas and YES the largest midsummer gathering for many years with 8 boats and 30 members dining together at the Royal London Yacht Club on Cowes Parade.

It seemed the only craft moving anywhere on the Solent were those under power!

The Rally afternoon’s principal pleasure was watching Gallivant approaching her marina berth with young Anna on the bow line and the twins and Jo on the aft lines.  Dan manoeuvred himself brilliantly into a 37ft space (Gallivant is 36ft) and a round of applause went up from a very large watching audience aboard moored marina boats.

As promised, this year the Rally met up in a different marina – Shepard’s Wharf proved to be a popular venue (the shower blocks were large, luxurious and empty and the Marina nightlife peaceful !

The HEROES Chocky’s Challenge box will remain unopened until next year.  Of the five boats in the rally departure area Sea Dream and Casco were the only two to make it across the line before they too succumbed, as had the others, to the westerly tidal flow and no wind. 

In addition to Bagadeus, Blue Lady, Casco, Gallivant and Sea Dream, joining us at Shepard’s Wharf were Ulysses, Glissando (surprise surprise) and Chai of Burnham.  Commodore Stanley amused us with his anecdotes, SC Gill said her usual bit and we had the pleasure of Barbara and Nigel Reese and Lyn Bolland’s company at the Dinner as well

Gill Woodbridge

Victor and Robert again joined owner Mike and 1st mate Pete on Matahari for the 80th anniversary Round the Island (RTI) race, started in 1931 to commemorate the 1851 race won by the America of “America’s Cup” fame.  On August 22, 1851, the America raced against 15 yachts of the Royal Yacht Squadron in the Club's annual 53-nautical-mile regatta around the Isle of Wight. America won, finishing 8 minutes ahead of the closest yacht Apocryphally. 

We even practised, but it did not help sufficiently to win.   Matahari is based in Haslar and had her bottom wiped at Hardway Marina, and a new main and genoa fitted ahead of the big day.  Water was low, fuel even lower.  The total complement was 8 of varying competence. 

On Friday we set sail for Cowes past Ryde church a few times.  The weather was not warm, but we did get a good sail.  No spinnaker practice though.

The Group 5 start time was 07h10 and we slipped East Cowes at 06h30.  The visibility was poor / foggy, the wind was getting up quite nicely, sails up, engine off, engine on, down sail to put one reef in – it was two later, engine off, and the start gun goes.  We are on starboard tack and were nearly rammed by some idiot for a later starting group hoisting sail across the start line.  Banker.  Pete told him so.

We tacked down to the Needles, with some of us acting as ballast – not quite dangling legs over the side – that would have been too professional.  At the Needles there was quite a lot of traffic, sufficient to need a bow lookout.  Some say the waves were 25 ft high, others 28 – it all depends on what reports you read – I was bow lookout and did not have a tape measure with me, but Victor says “yes”.  Suffice to say that when the bow rises on a wave it’s an awful long way down to the water in the next trough, followed a few seconds later by half calf (human rather than bovine) deep in water as the bow goes through the next crest.  Manic – but good fun.  One gets a very good almost bird’s eye view of other’s cockpits when sailing parallel to them.  This is the stuff photos are made of, but the weather was such that I did not want to risk my camera.  I did not see Beken at St Catherine’s like last year.

The lifeboat was nowhere to be seen at the Needles guiding yachts to keep clear of the wreck; it was somewhere in the bay towards Poole.  They were called out over 60 times for a variety of incidents including 6 dismastings.

We turned and were now going downwind on a starboard broad reach, with a preventer on, dong the “outside” route – straight line to St Catherine’s Point.  We were doing quite well till a gust turned the boat 90° to starboard with two boats there already.  We missed, probably only by a bit more than the thickness of the gel coat, by continuing to turn instead of trying to recover.

At St Catherine’s there were two features to avoid, an upturned cat and a fully inflated liferaft trailing behind another yacht.   The journey from there to Bembridge was relatively uneventful.  Between Bembridge buoy and the forts we passed another upturned cat, this time with the cabin visible – the one at St Catherine’s looked like a shark.

The home run was another tacking job up the Solent, and eventually the fogginess cleared and the sun came out, as did the helicopters.  The winds died a bit from F6 gusting mid F7, enough to knock a reef out.  We came across the third upturned yacht, probably a cat, but this time in tow by a couple of ribs.  Almost in the same place as last year there was a yacht aground on the sands on to the east of Ryde.  Last year it was Sunsail, this year it was a gaff rig “oldie”.  We couldn’t quite make the finish line on a single tack so tried to go into Osborne Bay and out again.  The end result was that we got to within a couple of boat lengths of the finish line when “water” was called by a boat on starboard tack.  Where did he think we could go to with a host of boats all trying to get over the line?  We finished.

We did not hit anything, nothing hit us, we did not sink – that was Pete’s department.  Mike fed us while we were going round, and by the time we got to the finish line the sun was shining properly; we went back to East Cowes to recover followed by a meal in the Island Sailing Club of which Mike is a member.

How did we do?  Mike’s aim was to better 9 hours.  We did, just, at 8h56m11s actual and 8h59m56s on corrected time.  We were 16th out of 30 finishers in 5A, and 437 overall compared with last year’s result of 28 out of 38 and 677 overall.  Overall, there were 1908 boats registered, of which1305 finished, 433 retired, and 16 were disqualified.  For more info see http://www.roundtheisland.org.uk/web/code/php/main.php?section=home .

On Sunday morning the sun had come out, the wind had dropped, and we went for a gentle potter back to Haslar.  And then the fog rolled in.  Lunch in Haslar was a rather over-heated affair – too much sun and too little shade, and all the while, the background was the fog horns of the boats in the Solent.

Do it again next year? You bet.

Robert.

With Victor as skipper, our crew comprised, Robert, and the Ramets,  -  Dave, Simon and Lorraine.

We had a hearty meal at 1730hrs at the Ketch Rigger ready for the off at 1830hrs. We finally departed Hamble Point Marina at 1900hrs making our way under power down to Bembridge. Arriving there with the last light, we set the sails with one reef for the night ahead. Dave having undertaken many sea watches was invaluable for identifying the various aspects of shipping and also staying awake.

Everyone stayed up until the beginning of the first watch  at 2200hrs.  Dave and Simon took the first four hours. At about 0130hrs they decided to motor sail as the wind was on the nose. Lorraine plied us with cuppa soups through the night, which were most welcome.
 
During the second watch, starting at 0200hrs, we experienced heavy rain and poor visibility. Keeping a watch for vessels in the shipping lanes was less stressful using radar. With a North-up display and an EBL (electronic bearing line) watching the oppostion move down the line meant danger of collision. Using the “precautionary principle” we slowed at a mile distance and steered around the stern.  On one occasion we saw the other boat on radar but not in the flesh.  Then suddenly, nav lights and two large spotlights on the stern.  Just as it passed ahead of us the nav lights disappeared and we were left with the spotlights.  This was rain showers coming down from a great height, they even showed up crossing the radar screen.

Nobody enjoyed the crossing, either being unwell or the lack of sleep.  Moral of the story – get the bucket out of the locker before you set off.

By  sunrise  we were north west of Barfleur. We considered altering course to  Cherbourg but due to the strong flood tides, we carried on around Barfleur lighthouse, on to St Vaast, finally arriving at 1030hrs BST at the visitors pontoon E05.  We tied up and explored the area. Food was on our minds so we satisfied our wants. The vin du pays is cidre, by the wine glass.  Having satisfied our stomachs, as the old saying goes – the rest of the day is yours!  So we spent it looking around the town and, suitably refreshed, we went in search of that genuine French cuisine in the evening.  Ah, but monsieur, you ‘ave not booked.  So we went Italian instead.

We decided to return during daylight the following morning. The weather and sea state improved, W 3-4  sea slight, we left Sunday morning at 0800hrs BST motoring up the coast. We left the rain hanging in the air over St Vaast and ran into brilliant sunshine that followed us the whole return journey .  After about an hour the engine water temp alarm went off.  We quickly turned off the engine and set sail giving us a cross Channel average speed of six knots. Robert found the fresh water cooling system was losing water, eventually tracing it into the bilges, the source of the problem was elusive.

Victor phoned Seastart who would meet us outside Bembridge on our arrival. Unable to board from the RIB – the seas were a bit lumpy and we were doing nearly 7 kts, we continued sailing on to Portsmouth. Robert was in charge of damage limitation, bottle in one hand, torch in the other, keeping the system full for when we required the engine at Buoy No 4 to get into Portsmouth. We moored in Haslar marina opposite the lightship at 2045hrs – just 12¾ hours after departing St Vaast.

It was a delight to sit down finally and have a spaghetti meal, with a special sauce supplied by Mr Dolmio, created by the fair hands of Lorraine and Simon. They worked so well together you wouldn’t realise they were married.

Seastart carried out the repair the next morning. Their guys know what they are looking for – there was a pin hole in the hose feeding the calorifier. With the engine cooling system now fixed, and with a good wind we sailed back past Ryde Church a couple of times and then a single long tack up the Solent and, on the same tack, up Southampton Water to Netley then  back to Hamble Point.

Over our three day jaunt the last two days completely made up for the first night.
Having crossed the Channel on numerous occasions the original milk run has changed into a test of stamina and enduring attrition. My elder son used to ask me
why sail across the Channel and take at least twelve hours when you can go on a ferry for a few hours. My original ability to explain has now eroded into self-questioning!   

Thanks to Victor for organising the trip, the Ramets  for trekking from the far East (Essex) to join the party and Robert for his assistance.

Will we do it again? Now there’s a question.

Click on link for more details of this race which took place under quite gruelling conditions.

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Beginning on Friday the 27^th May, we arrived at Hamble Point mid-to late afternoon, the sun was shining, the weather calm and for non-readers of the weather report in full optimism that the weekend was going to be warm, sunny with a reasonable wind of between force 3 and force 4. Sitting in the ketch rigger, however, and discussing matters with Jill, both our club sailing captain and organiser of the weekend, she advised us that the wind and the weather were going to be somewhat harsh.  The sun was going to disappear and things might be a bit iffy, come the Saturday morning.  Nevertheless she confirmed that quite a number of people had signed up for the event, and that those taking part were Sandy, Avi and Michael Vine on Sea Dream, Steve, Louise and Diana A on Yamma, The Neumann family on Gallivant, and the Blackstone family and friends aboard a charter Bavaria.

We had the Friday night chicken aboard Aeolus, partaking of the meal was Alison and Stanley, Jill, Robert and Bob Emanuel.

The following morning the sun failed to rise and pierce through the dim grey clouds.  We skilfully untied the boat, backed away from our mooring and ventured into the wild, wild sea.  The sea was grey and choppy, the wind was getting up a pace and the threat of rain was ever present. Robert was skippering and we headed East with wind, (lots) and tide (not so much…Neaps) for Chichester.

This boat had one disadvantage.  None of the lines

came through to the cockpit.  The main sail was controlled entirely from the mast, and consequently any reefing meant that someone, be it in a fierce gale or a tame wind, had to go up to the mast and pull in the reefs.  Not a pleasant position to be in when the wind is lashing and the sea is frothy and the rain is pelting down.  Fortunately the rain was not pelting down.  It was still, nevertheless, extremely windy and the winds rose to something like force 6 or 7 gusting to 8 and 9.

As the morning wore on it became quite clear that the sun was not going to come out the wind was not going to abate and the crew were beginning to feel increasingly edgy as to whether or not sickness was to come upon them.

Lunchtime came and went and although sandwiches were offered around, only the very brave ate them.  The boat being a solid Hallberg Rassy was clearly stable in even this very choppy sea and happily answered to the helm.  Nevertheless it could not avoid the fact that it had to go through extreme waters.  It was the Commodore’s opinion (who was on the boat too) that we should have stayed in the pub for the day.  That, however was not to be and our sailing skipper Jill was on the phone to other crews who had not yet left Port to convince them that the weather was not quite so bad and maybe they should risk taking their boat out.  Andy Blackstone and Daniel Newman, each of whom had children with them (very small children) were obviously and quite rightly unwilling to brave the seas as far as Chichester, (some 4-5 hours away) but to be fair the rest of the Club had got their boats out. Sea Dream, the lucky lot, having Chichester as their home base, had wisely decided to remain safely tied up, and explore the beauties of Chichester City on foot, returning just in time to welcome the visiting boats into the lock.

Those of us who went to Chichester on Saturday had the questionable enjoyment of surfing across the famous bar at low water albeit Neaps with 30 knots of wind behind us, and were met and greeted by Sandy, Avi, Michael and dogs Rudy and Collie. Yamma, Aeolus and Sea Dream's crew all enjoyed a most relaxed supper together at the Chichester Yacht Club.

The following day the wind decided to pick up, the sea decided to twirl around even more, but the brave lads and lassies of the Club decided it was worth a try. Being rougher and windier this led to an interesting variety of boat passage times to Beaulieu where the Neumanns, Blackstones and very game novice family friends awaited us.  Sea Dream had rigged the 3^rd reef just in time, and decided to motor sail it all the way and minimise the discomfort!

Most boats were in by 17.00, and the Neumann and Blackstone kiddies were all happily afloat in the dinghy captained by Andy and Dan. The waters of the upper Beaulieu River at Bucklers Hard are much protected from the elements, and an almost peaceful scene awaited.

Soon after, we all repaired to the Master Builder for much needed libation and sustenance. A merry time was had by all.

Dan Neumann’s daughter, Anya, had won award for her actions last summer, but had been unable to receive the award because she was not at the AGM in November.  It was therefore able to be presented to her in the pub and gratefully received with much surprise and delight on her part. All crews applauded and all thanks offered to Sailing Captain Gill for the organisation of a most successful event, even against the odds and the weather.

The following day however the sun came out, the seas were quieter, the winds had abated and at last it was deemed to be appropriate sailing weather.  However, there was a caveat given to skipper Robert.  If the rain came down we were to head straight for home at the slightest hint of wetness.  We had all been soaked enough earlier in the weekend to not want any more.  The skipper agreed and so did the sailing captain.  Later, in the middle of the Solent, and having enjoyed some excellent sailing, the rain had begun, yet despite the entreaties of the rest of the crew, an early retreat was disallowed!  There are some sailors who have this amazing tendency to ignore the conditions around them and provided they feel the boat can stay afloat, will brave all types of weather. That would be great if both officers and crew were of the same mind.  When the officers are of one mind and the crew wants to mutiny, one gets a very uncomfortable feeling.  Nevertheless the crew decided to discipline themselves and despite the wind and the wet and the storming seas (although to be fair the sea was not that stormy), the boats stayed out for another virtually full days sailing and ultimately meandered back to Hamble Point at about 4.00pm.

Sea Dream headed East back to Chichester, and with following wind and tide, had a very speedy passage indeed, and a very comfortable one, to boot.

It has to be said, certainly from the point of view on the Aeolis, that it was an experience of a weekend, the weather was awful most of the time, but the sailing for the sailors was extremely good.

It is my pleasure to report that all boats and crews returned safely, (Sea Dream was minus a set of china mugs!) all had a good time and it was yet another success to be notched up in the annals of the high seas. Thanks again to Gill for her organisation and for getting such a good turnout.

Stanley Saffer, Commodore

The subject of water, especially swimming or sailing in it or on it is a topic that does not fit easily with the Jewish people.  When the good Lord took the children across the Red Sea not only did he have to part the waters to allow them to walk across, but the sand underneath had to be dry.  Indeed it is my view that the Jews were so relieved to get away from water, be it the Red Sea or the River Nile, that it was for this reason they spent forty years wandering in the desert.

    How much more unlikely therefore would it be that there is in existence a Jewish Sailing Club in North West London.  North West London is not known for its amazing pieces of water or sea and it is my belief that generally Jews have an aversion to water and hence to sailing.  Nevertheless it is indeed correct that there is a Club known as The High Seas Sailing Club which was founded by Jews for Jews and sails with Jewish participants.

    Imagine the scene, going on a sailing boat which sleeps say 6 people and equipping it for a period of perhaps a long weekend. Thursday night through to Monday.  It takes a while for the six person team to realise that they do not need at least two outfits every day for four days and that they are going to be wearing their wet gear most of the time, especially if you are sailing on the South Coast.  Furthermore on a yacht that is even say 40ft long, the available spaces for storage of clothes and make up, cosmetic equipment and all the accoutrements that one would take on a long weekend just are not there.  In an ideal world one needs to come with soft foldable bags and soft and very foldable and uncrushable clothes.  Much of the trip is self-catering so what is of great necessity, especially on a Jewish boat is food.  Learning to cater for 6 people for 4 days, (and as you bring your own you can bring your chicken dinner for Friday night), is really quite a work of art.  The idea is that you should have little or no food over at the end of the fourth day when you re-pack to leave, but of course, there always is.  There is a saying that on a non-Jewish boat one never goes thirsty and the alcohol runs freely.  On a Jewish boat one never goes hungry and there is usually a shortage of alcohol.

    Even more astounding is that of the people who go on the boat at least half of them will know how to sail.  Obviously some with a greater degree of skill than others and just like driving a car there are good sailors and bad sailors.  When my wife and I first started sailing we were not just inexperienced, but completely naïve.  On two occasions we nearly set the boat alight.  The first was when trying to fry some eggs for breakfast and the second time was on a Friday night when a paper napkin somehow caught a draught from outside the boat, floated up and landed on the Shabbat candles.   Fortunately there were those in the boat who were quicker than us at being able to avert the disaster, but these were two lessons we learnt very early on, on how not to do things in small spaces on sailing boats.  We now bring smaller candles and use no oil.  Needless to say we were never invited back on to the boat by the owner again.

    There are many people who think that sailing is an activity pastime only for the very fit, expending lots of energy and that you can only do it if you are really tuned in.  Let me dispel yet another myth.  Sailing is for the inactive.  One has to know how to untie the boat, and you only do that when the Skipper tells you.  You have to learn one or two knots so that you can tie the boat up again, and again you only do that when the Skipper tells you.

    There are a few hairy moments when perhaps if the wind changes direction you have to change the sails and heave on a few ropes, but that apart, most of the time you are sitting down and eating snacks and biscuits that people have brought up from below because it is rather boring sitting there doing nothing, whilst somebody else steers the boat, (some intellectual might be doing a crossword).  If at some stage you are asked to do something, then usually it is to steer the boat (in nautical terms called “helming”) The Skipper may say that we are going in the wrong direction, because the wind has changed, and therefore we have to either tack or jibe.  I have been sailing now for a number of years and I theoretically know the difference between tacking and jibing but primarily to me  it amounts to the same thing.  It means re-setting the sails and steering the boat in a different direction because the wind will not let you go where you want to go.

    There are then issues about what to do when you are stuck at sea and there is no wind and you are getting nowhere. The real sailors amongst you say “no, no we must not switch on the engine that’s cheating”.  The fact of the matter is that if the Skipper is not prepared to allow you to switch on the engine to get you moving, you just sit there, so again more food comes out and more drinks and a fairly merry time is usually had by all.

    By the time the wind does arrive its lunch time and then a very important decision has to be made.  Do you want to sail on to where you were going or do you then switch on the engine to get to where we are going as fast as you can so that you can have lunch.  That depends entirely on the mentality and the generosity of your Skipper.  If he is a purist sailor, he will not switch on the engine and he will sail and whilst the crew will not go hungry because more snacks and crisps and biscuits come up from below, nevertheless lunch is postponed until one reaches a safe haven.

    Unfortunately when sailing there are no such things as motorway cafés on the way. (There’s a money making idea),  but if the boat is ably crewed by shall we say three men and three women, and without meaning to be sexist about it, (because everybody lends a hand doing everything, including the washing up) there is usually a sympathetic lady who will bring up some snacks until we get to that safe haven where lunch can be organised.

    The beauty of sailing is that by self-catering you can and do choose your own food.  It can be and usually is great fun for all.  Because of the unpredictability of it all, it is, in fact and often becomes a true life adventure.  Be it for two or three days on the South Coast where it is not always wet and windy, or ten or fourteen days in the Mediterranean or even further a-field in warmer climates, it is effectively like having a caravan on water.  The trouble is I will never, ever holiday in a caravan, but I would happily and do holiday on a boat.

    There are many who think that sailing in this form is for the idle rich. Another myth to be dispelled.   In fact the majority of people are far from rich and far from idle. 

    Most sailors are not boat owners. The majority of people hire/charter a boat for the period of time they want it, be it a weekend or fourteen days or some other period, and one therefore only has the cost of hire, plus the cost of food.  Obviously there are extras such a fuel for the boat and the like, but to think that it is a pastime for the idle rich is indeed a myth.

    Once you are out on the boat, the engine is switched off,  the sails are up and the wind is blowing at a reasonable rate, then you leave your cares behind, be it for an hour, or a day or a week, you are transported to another world.

    For those of you who have friends or adult children spread the word and entice them along with tales of lavish on board banquets and general bonhomie. The camaraderie of the sea is something to be appreciated and even envied.

Commodore Stan

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