Tom Cunliffe
‘Stand by to broach, lads!’
So said Ed, the best helmsman on board, as we raced across the Channel en route for Deauville. A spring ebb was ripping west and the strong northwest wind was doing its best to make the big seas even more difficult. The boat was a state-of-the-art, fractionally rigged 3/4 tonner. For the uninitiated, back in 1982 this made her 36 feet on deck with a tall, slender mast supported from aft by a highly adjustable standing backstay, a pair of main runners, one of which took most of the strain at any time, and a set of checkstays. It was not the most secure of rigs and more than once I heard its type described as ‘a fly-rod supported by cobwebs’. Spot-on.
The crew were bunched aft, using their combined weight to keep the stern down. This helped shove the
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