PSC Welcome home BBQ

Well here we are, home again, a welcome relief for those of us who have heaved through the sludges of Pentewan.  There was a palpable sense of relief around the bar on Saturday night, with the usual warm chatter about past sailing exploits.  There is a timeless quality to our club, in which past members feel just as at home here, as those of us present sailors.  I sat on the club wall, talking to Pete P, whose past Commodoreship saw some brave times for the club.  He reminded me of a plaque beneath our feet.  It reads ‘A perfectly adequate spot’.  For those of us who love the place, adequate seems a curious choice of word, but in it, the humour of its understatement is spelt loud. 

We had a really splendid BBQ that evening, to which Jenny and Andrew dedicated most of Saturday in preparation.  

The BBQ itself was what my grandfather would have assessed as ‘worthy of a mention in despatches.’  A big thank you to them, and of course their worthy team of helpers. 

Sunday dawned fair, affording us a perfect sailing day, with an average fourteen mile an hour westerly wind.  Pete K and Steve L’s son, Robin slipped the rescue boat effortlessly off the beach and set us a really good course, which with the variations in the wind, must have been a bit taxing.  The beat in both races split the fleet, with those of us on the pin end, gaining from a lift all the way to the beach marks.  Jan and I thought how smart we were to be near the front of the fleet, but only after two lovely spinnaker reaches to go the wrong way upwind and find ourselves almost at the back.  Jan shrugged and said “It’s Porthpean and we’re sailing.  What more joy do we want”, which just about sums up another lovely weekend back home.

Pete B