The Opening Day Lunch on Sunday was thoroughly enjoyed by the large numbers of members who attended in fine sunshine.
Many thanks to Kerry, who managed to cater for us all with a delicious lunch, even though the numbers were rather more than we anticipated!
Here is Roise McSorley’s fine poem, for which she won a prize from the Commodore.
The summer cruise
‘Whoosh’, goes the waves against our boat,
I finally realise we are afloat,
I need to get up to find my coat.
‘Flap’, goes the sails in the breeze,
We are once again on the high seas,
I must wrap up before I freeze.
‘Creek’, goes the tiller as we set our course,
I better stop shouting before I am hoarse,
The whining wind is like a wild horse.
‘Poop’, is the sound of the fog horn,
In the mist of the early morn,
I really wish I was home and warm!
By Roise McSorley.