Page 31 - Folk Boat Year Book 2023

An early discard ain’t good news
But Harry zipped it, saved his views.
Next time it happens, don’t be shy
Just ask Claire Sowry to shin high!

Njord pirouetted round the course
She’d hit some Solent buoys, of course,
And now her shiny hull, dark blue,
Has streaks of yellow-mellow hue!

Aurora couldn’t lay a buoy
Tacked into Raev with no ‘Ahoy’
A perfect gent, Mark let him through
And shrugged as he no protest flew.
Despite this aging helm, we reckoned,
Raev sailed quite well to get a second.

The garden party was good news
With flowing wine and stunning views.
So thank you Nicky-thank you Miles,
Your garden’s filled with cheers and
smiles.

Then ‘Boathouse Mary’ made a call
And ordered sunshine wall to wall.
Their balcony is 90 feet,
With tables set, dogs there to greet.
And yummy grub, berries galore
Which had us clamouring for more.

The triangles were no less hairy
For with white sails they’re just as scary.
That leeward mark with tidal streams,
Had crashing, shoutings and wild screams.
Poor Sally felt a nasty bump,
And found she’s holding just a stump.
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