Chichester Harbour Daysail – Sunday 18th July

The forecast was for glorious sunny and hot weather, but light winds. With the prospect of a nice sea breeze due to the warm weather, six Cody sailors headed down to Chichester harbour for a sail from Itchenor to see where the wind took us. The one thing that was predictable was the tide. A late morning low allowed for a sail (or a possible drift) out to towards the harbour entrance and back with the tide.

David Gradwell and new member James fresh from the Level 1&2 training course at Frensham sailed in the Clubs shiny White Trio. Keith and Louis in a Sport 14 and Anna and Simon in Simons not quite so shiny Brown trio (was originally red once before it got a sun tan!)

Due to the hot weather the road to east head was packed and so was the carpark at Itchenor but we just got the last few car park spaces, phew! It was a relief to finally get on the water after a very hot time setting up. The sea breeze kicked in nicely on cue and it was a lovely sail. We stopped at the Hayling sailing club for lunch which was very pleasant and then sailed out of the harbour not quite making it to the bar with the wind dropping and tide turning, before returning on a broad reach back to Itchenor. It was a nice day out, Chichester harbour is lovely, and it was good to see the Club white trio have an outing and enjoy the sunny weather. Itchenor is a good place to launch but best to get there early on a weekend in summer with good weather.

Salcombe Camp 2021

The composition of this year’s Salcombe camp was largely comprised of three family groups, the Jones (who arrived just before the middle weekend having had to shield for a week because of Covid), the Keytes who arrived at the start and the Mullins who also arrived at the start. Activities were naturally influenced by tides and by the youngsters present in each family: Jones – 2 young adults, Keytes – 2 near and 1 actual teenagers and Mullins – 3 all toddler sized. We also had very welcome visits from Peter and Julie Merriman (who camped for a few days and kept us updated on the Helford camp) and from Graham and Peppy Dadd who had recently moved to Teignmouth.

Activities were also (naturally) influenced by the weather which effectively divided the holiday into three successive parts,

1. Lovely warm and sensible winds,
2. Rain and strong winds and
3. Less rain and a bit less wind.

Part 1 – nice weather.

After setting up camp on Saturday, a little work was needed to repair the footpath where it entered the beach before the boats were lowered and rigged. Sunday’s cruise was a gentle potter up to Frogmore by paddle board, kayak, outboard, Javelin and a single handed Versa. Lunch was had at the Globe (see right) on the terrace in warm sunshine.

We returned against a head wind which enticed some sailors into the Kingsbridge Estuary for some ‘proper’ sailing.

The following day’s expedition was to Southpool where the Javelin and the Versa were met by a land party equipped with a picnic lunch (the queue at the pub was a bit lengthy). Sailing back on the falling tide was entertaining with tacks enlivened by rapid adjustments of the centre board! We needed to relax after all

this so the following day was spent in ‘playing’ in the Kingsbridge Estuary and on the next day we visited (Javelin, Versa and a Kayak fleet) Kingsbridge itself for ice creams and a spot of crabbing.

Part 2 – windy and wet.

Lack of water meant that any water-based activities would be later in the day and so the first of several walks to the farm shop took place, usually resulting in purchases of barbeque food or some delicious pasties or just for some excellent coffee, whilst admiring the view of the creek below. Others walked on into Frogmore for breakfast at the bakery – which served fresh croissants and coffee.

The following day saw much rain and the Keytes decided to visit Plymouth by train (from Totnes, see left). Here the party divided into two, some visiting the ‘Box’ to explore the Mayflower exhibition (where a possible Mullins ancestor was found to be part of the Mayflower crew).

On returning to the camp we discovered that Peter and Julie Merriman had arrived and were busy pitching their quite small (by Cody standards!) tent – however they did have a very comfortable bed in their estate car!

In the evening we welcomed Peter and Julie and then Gareth and Christine who arrived later than planned, suffering punctures en-route and helped them with tents. Bethan, Lauren and Lucas arrived at the weekend. Continuing strong winds put paid to longer cruises and the wet weather made it keep-a-car-at -the-top-of-the-hill time. Despite the windy weather, there were some Kayak cruises, such as a surf like visit to Frogmore and the Globe for a swift ‘half’ and a battle with the wind on the return.

The longest Kayak cruise though was Gareth and Christine’s cruise to the Winking Prawn at North Sands for a sea food barbeque. (There were several visits to this establishment – not all by water!)

Back at camp, and in improving weather, the Keyte’s decided to remember all the birthdays that couldn’t be properly celebrated over the past year because of Covid. A mass Cream Tea was served from a decorated gazebo by the Keyte youngsters and all accompanied by glasses of prosecco to toast the birthdays of all present.

At this time there were several ‘land based’ activities too; some went to Dartmouth for a boat trip to Dittisham followed (after an excellent lunch) by a delightful walk along the Dart Valley trail back.

Part 3 – windy but not so wet

The improved weather saw more high-speed antics in Kingsbridge Estuary, with the
Javelin apparently trying to break the harbour speed limit whilst also providing Gareth with some exercise on the wire.

On the following day in slightly less windy conditions, all of us visited one of the beaches opposite Salcombe and adjacent to Mill Bay. The original destination of North Sand (and the Winking Prawn) was abandoned owing to heavy surf – there was quite a swell at the bar. Beach activities included the building of a sand/rock city whilst others went off in kayaks (it was very mixed fleet) to explore the harbour entrance.

Towards the middle of the week, the Javelin and 101 (Jamie’s campervan) had departed (leaving teens in safe (?) care of grandparents and auntie. Some more paddle boarding and kayaking continued, with Peter and Matthew providing some high speed entertainment in the Sport 14 – enlivened by the failure of one of the trapeze wires and inevitable capsize.

With the end of camp approaching, a mass BBQ was held to celebrate another highly enjoyable camp.

Friday saw the remaining Keytes and Jones depart, (the muddy track having dried sufficiently for boat haulage uphill) leaving the Mullins to enjoy a last meal at the Globe before returning home.

Despite the changes in weather and fewer numbers, this was a hugely enjoyable camp, memorable for quiet mornings with stunning views along Frogmore Creek, sailing along beautiful creeks and get togethers over a BBQ or during the evening chats – with a glass or two of course!

Gordon Keyte

Our short participation in both Helford and Salcombe Summer Camps 2-7th August 2021 by Peter and Julie Merriman

Arriving at Calamansack was like coming home, as we turned into the field it was like being greeted by a much-loved friend after a parting of 20 years. We have been busy doing other things but could not understand why we had left it so long.

We pitched where Dorothy and Alan Whitehead had always parked their camper and immediately understood, the view was amazing, and as we were only paddling now, we had more time to look at it.


We had a lovely Cody welcome within a few minutes and Jenny brought us up-to-date, as the camp had been in session for two days by then.

Not being very active members but enjoying following activities and we saw many old familiar faces and met many new ones.
Morning assemblies were fun as usual with the right amount of careful planning to ensure everyone was safely engaged.

On our first day there, there was little wind but it did get up a bit later so we paddled Canadian “Hot Lips” to re-explore Port Navas Creek, Helford Passage and Frenchman’s Creek, later watching the single handers having an outing.
On Wednesday we had a very entertaining weather from Steve using smaller participants and Rob as “lows and highs” in weather terms, the prognosis was not good for the next few days.

We grabbed the opportunity of another light wind day to paddle up to Gweek looking forward to visiting the Café advertised as good by fellow mariners.

Sadly, Gweek was closed due to staffing issues, thankfully we had our ”Old school“ thermos flasks
with us, but Julie would have liked a good Cappuccino– the first for about 18 months! Paddling back in the lovely sunshine, and pausing for lunch at Tremayne Quay (sorry no Pirates in evidence Bob), we decided as we were moving to Salcombe on Thursday that we needed to get our Tent down as high winds and rain were in the forecast. We had a lovely birthday party with super doughnuts and everyone covered in jam and chocolate.

The sailing fleet had a lovely day being divided in two with the gold fleet going to Gillan and the silver to Ponsence Cove.
Awakening on Thursday too blustery wind and penetrating rain we packed up and left by about 8.30 having said our goodbyes and the previous evening. After making a family visit on the way we arrived in Salcombe about 6 PM and pitched in the rain wondering if we were ever going to get our heavily loaded van up the very wet field track again.

No signs of life on arrival then after a few minutes Pete and Allison arrived to welcome us and suggest sheltered spots.
We rapidly became re-acquainted with the Mullins and Keyte extended Families many of whom now had wives/ husbands and quite elderly children who we had not seen before. Friday morning low water so decided to walk into Frogmore tenancy Julie’s childhood friend. Lovely sunny walk and on return we were invited to a sumptuous Camp cream tea to celebrate all the birthdays and anniversaries we had missed during Covid. Thanks Gordon and Jenny.

Christine and Gareth had arrived in the dark the night before so we had a grand tent moving party “all hands” to new location where they could be with family who were arriving soon.

After all windy and wet night with no sign of any change of weather (and a Monday medical appointment given to us on Friday by Phone) we broke camp saying last sad goodbyes and tried to climb the hill in pouring rain. Rapidly realizing we were not going up with a loaded van we were rescued by Pete in his amazing LR4WD truck and unceremoniously left the camp being towed!!

Many thanks Pete much appreciated. Thanks also to all involved in organizing camps this year – very difficult, but you did it, and made so many of us feel so much better.

All in all, our short visits to Cody summer camps were great, lovely people lovely situations, great fun, thank you all!.

Rain what rain? Wind? Well – never enough, sometimes too much.
Lasting impression- everyone has huge tents now, and our equipment is even more dated than we realized!! – 1960’s revisited. Hey Ho!

Peter and Julie Merriman

Helford Camp 2021

Summer Camp Surprises!
Once again, this year we held two summer camps at Helford and at Salcombe and each are reported below. The Helford report was written by Jenny Chilvers and includes notable surprises as a mini award ceremony was held, firstly to award the Commodore’s Cup to Anna and Adri for completing their Seamanship course in 2020.

Helford Camp 2021

There are many ways of remembering a holiday. Those photos that pop up on the computer when you don’t expect them, the memories in one’s head or looking back at a newsletter. This input from us (Roy and Jenny) does not replace Steve’s comprehensive blog, rather looks at it from a different angle.

The normal early arrivers turned up around 7am, Rob H following Roy and Jenny down the farm track (there was a slight pause whilst Roy had to wait for a deer to get out of the way) soon followed by Emma H, who passed Roy and Jenny on Bodmin Moor but arrived behind them – not sure how – must have been a sneaky breakfast stop! The field was already occupied by Steve, Mel Sarah and Mark. As a consequence, Roy was not first on the water, much to his disappointment, with Steve taking out ex members Mark and Tom whilst Roy and Jenny’s tent was only just up!

By the end of Saturday the field was filling nicely with those who you would expect to arrive on day one. Much concern and sympathy amongst those present for new members Gary and Sasha and their children. Steve received a text to say they were arriving with the car on a low loader, with the Club boat being towed behind. In typical Cody fashion everyone wanted to ensure that, whatever time they arrived with two tired young children, they were made welcome. A team was stood by to help put the tent up, entertain the children, provide the necessary refreshment and ensure that after a day they would rather forget ended on a positive note. It was also a Happy Birthday to Sasha.

Saturday did see several boats take to the water and Sunday was the obligatory shakedown trip to the Ferry Boat – well maybe testing the boat was secondary for that must have first ice cream. What do you mean no Gooseberry or Rum & Raisin or even Malti Mystery! – never mind we’ll make do with Raspberry yogurt sorbet. In the evening the camp was serenaded by the harmonious duet of Steve & Mel with sounds gently drifting across the field.

Monday was a first opportunity to get past August Rock buoy. Those who wanted to sail further needed to make the most of the weather because later in the week it
looked a bit too windy for going

anywhere! There was a chance of getting to Maenporth but the winds turned out to be a bit light so instead we the fleet

went to “the beach with no name” that we landed on last year. A
very quiet pebbly beach that by land can only be walked to from
Mawnan Smith, and by sea it can be reached only at high tide.
Tacking in precisely between to two sets of reefs on either side was “a first” for some. Roy built a cairn but was soon out done by Steve who built a higher one complete with windows! A sail north after lunch allowed the fleet to look at Maenporth which was rather busy before returning home again. Well done to Anna and Adri who sailed with an asymmetric for the first time.

Where had the forecast wind gone on Tuesday? 8 people kayaked to Gweek and explored the boatyard café whilst Anna, Adri and Lisbeth rowed Squirrel.

Wednesday we achieved a Helford 2021 record for sailing boats leaving the beach all together – 15. 8 boats went to Gillan with 4 sailing up the creek whilst the rest went to Ponsence Cove to enjoy family fun on the water.

And then the winds came. Who moaned about no wind on Tuesday? Ged decided to see if Peewit sank – he blamed it on the Commodore for causing it to capsize for the first time in earnest. Well, why not? And to answer the question – no it did not sink but was it VERY low in the water? – yes. Not to be out done Roy and Jenny capsized and stuck the mast well in the mud, David and Jack capsized their new Feva resulting in David having a trip to minor injuries after the rudder hit his head and Andy capsized the reefed Vision sailing single handed and needed assistance from Jenny (who hitched a lift out from the visitors next door) to right it. Morgan had good fun in the Solution keeping Roy company in the Laser 1. Roy can never have too much time on the water – righting the 2k did not tire him enough.

It was windy again on Friday. Next time you see Andy ask him what it is like seeing his boat from ten foot in the air (as he was catapulted out sailing with Simon). And yes, it was as they capsized! Rob H did enjoy his Topper sail and several others took to the water to make the most of the wind and the opportunity to play off camp.

Saturday morning it was, to put it mildly, raining but as it eased a little there was a melodious sound coming from up the hill by Anna and Adri’s tent. The description was that Mike was giving a singing lesson but he was teaching the gathered group sea shanties and very pleasant it sounded too! A good warm up for later in the camp.

A late than normal briefing allowed Commodore Rob B to make two presentations. The first, The Commodores Cup, was to Anna and Adri for their achievement of getting their Seamanship Skills certificates in 2020. The second presentation was one that he had been keeping under wraps for some months -following citations from himself, Simon and Tony – it was with great pleasure Rob was able to announce that Steve had received an ‘RYA Community Award for Outstanding Contribution’…presented to outstanding individuals for their exceptional commitment and services to boating at Club or grassroots level. (See elsewhere in the newsletter for more detail on this well-deserved award).

The afternoon saw some sailing – after all this is a sailing Club – with a variety of craft making the most of the water before a largish group investigated the Red Lion at Mawnan Smith for an evening meal.

Sunday morning some were itching to go for a longer blast in a bigger expanse of water so Roy led 4 boats through the moorings to head for August Rock. However, disappointing winds and poor visibility meant that they had to adjourn to the Ferry Boat waiting for the tide – it is a hard life! Once the water returned for the evening as you might expect, with a bit more wind, several boats decided that wind and water meant it was time to play.

The following day the winds had abated enough to go out of the river mouth again and the tides were set fair for a trip to Porthallow. Some decided that a walk was a better option and voyaged to Helford, had lunch at the Shipwrights Arms and a walk. Don’t talk to Andy and Vanessa about getting the last cream tea at the Holy Mackerel Cafe which had sold out by the time the others got there. For those that got to Porthallow the Five Pilchards was open for drinks but no food – however a new café next door did food (including a speciality of five pilchards) but no alcohol. After a relaxed lunch it was time to head back in a freshening breeze which resulted in one capsize – Rob B lost the race to plate which was won by Morgan leaving Rob B and Mike to get wet. Rob B decided not to stop at the Ferry Boat (was that a first?) but the rest of the fleet did to be met by Sasha, Gary, Lexi and Maxim just in time for an ice cream before heading back to camp.

Tuesday, we had perhaps a Cody first – Gold, Silver and Pewter (not bronze) fleet. This was the first of two other sails out of the river entrance for the gold fleet. 5 boats made it to Coverack in a gentle F3. And no, we did not sail through the Manacles but instead were led outside by Andy as OOD. His arrival timing was perfect getting there just before low water and after lunch the boats were just refloating, requiring pulling up the beach a

few times before our departure. Coverack was fortunately not too busy with swimmers and paddleboarders with just a handful or yachts anchored off. The silver fleet went to Grebe Beach and had family time with Rob H and Alan going for a quick blast in the Sport. Meanwhile the pewter fleet (Phil and Jo) had a nice meal with friends in Malpas.

The next day was again another dank and misally with the planned communal BBQ postponed until Thursday. Not to miss a day on the water, in the evening, Jenny and Roy sailed in the rain to Gweek, nearly becoming becalmed off the seal sanctuary but in the end making it back to camp in a nice F3 (but dying winds).

Well! what would camp be without Pirates Breakfast? There was the normal gathering of clues on the field before the new pirate king, Edmund, was captured at Tremaine Quay by the Indians. You’ll be pleased to know he managed to escape. However, who are these two pirates – they do not look as if they are under 12? This was Mikes first Pirates Breakfast and don’t argue with Terry once she has that super soaker in her hand! Thursday was all about the camp doing things together. After the drying out (needed following the water fight) 11 boats, sailed to Grebe Beach. After lunch some went for a blast (Roy said there was wind and water …..), Rob H, Emma and Harry along with Isobel and Edmund went to look at Gillan Creek resulting in Edmund and Isobel going for a swim with the kite up. The fleet regathered to set off as one to return to camp – a freshening breeze meaning that Jack and Katy also went swimming in the Feva. The “whole” camp day was rounded off with a communal BBQ and camp fire (without the beach fire but instead wood on BBQ’s) and a collective serenade under the stars led by Steve and Mel but supported by others notably Mike who did a rendition of a sea shanty which he had then adapted for Cody SC and Farnborough -it really was very clever with an unexpected twist. Mark also provided music and song – his take on “Hole in my Bucket” as Henry prompted much laughter (and maybe Henry needs anger management therapy!)

Friday was the other long sail in the second week to Cellar’s Beach, Place. It is opposite St Mawes and Andy and Vanessa spotted it on a walk last year and suggested it as an alternative destination to St Mawes. An ebbing tide and wind shadow meant that the fleet of 3 did not sail very far into this pretty bay and, much to Andy’s disappointment, we did not see the spectacular Place House – one for next year. It was a very pleasant and quiet lunch stop and one to be recommended for future years. When sailing back just after low water we did notice that August Rock does actually exist behind that green buoy. For those back at camp a crab race had to be done from Tremaine Quay whilst for others a leisurely lunch at the Shipwright Arms was calling.

On the Gold fleet return it was nice to be able to talk to a prospective new club member who was interested in camping, Hilary, who had been taught by Simon and Steve at Frensham and happened to be in the area.

It gave her an idea of what a Cody summer camp is about.

There was no night paddle to the pub at Gweek but Friday night did see 15 craft (ranging from paddleboards, kayaks and a rowed GP14) take to the water as dusk was falling looking for the famed phosphorescence. It was not the best year but given the weather there was more than expected and for some it was the first time of seeing it. It is good to report that all craft safely returned to shore and none were lost in the dark!

Saturday was not a brilliant day weather wise but it did not stop a small fleet sailing to Grebe via Porth Navas creek. We’ll not mention the Laser that, whilst pushing the limits to reach the end of the creek, got caught in some mooring lines (Roy). After the last ice cream at the Ferry Boat, it was back in time to make use of the yellow Landi to haul boats up from the beach. A few remained on the foreshore with the hope of a sail in Sunday. Andy and Vanessa felt they needed to give their outboard its annual usage by going to the boat yard café at Gweek.

Sadly, Mark did not have a good journey home. His camper van caught fire on the journey home whilst on A30 and is no more. No one was injured in the fire, but a lot of camping equipment has been lost, and the van had been owned by Mark for many years and had irreplaceable sentimental value. 

The plan to sail to Gillan for breakfast on Sunday did not take place with a F6 in the forecast so the remaining boats were hauled from the beach, and the race was on to see if the tents would come down in the dry. The answer to that is no.

Thanks to all at Helford for making it another special and memorable camp. It does not happen without the hard work of those in the background so a thank you to all those who contribute to the organisation. Hopefully see you next year at Helford?

Jenny and Roy Chilvers

Club Mini Awards Ceremony at Helford 
by the Commodore

At the morning meeting/briefing at Helford on the Friday 6th August (or it may have been the Saturday – but in any event it was on a poor weather/non sailing day!) I used the assembly to have an impromptu mini- awards ceremony to announce two awards for club members. The first was the Commodores Cup, which is awarded annually by the

Committee to club members who have made significant and noteworthy progress in their sailing development. This award was for 2020 but (in similar fashion to the Tokyo Olympics the actual presentation of the trophy was delayed by COVID). The Committee unanimously agreed that Anna and Adri should be awarded the trophy for 2020 in recognition of their training and development achievements during 2020. They completed RYA Seamanship in the clubs Comet Versa Squirrel during the height of lockdown at a SWAC – a watersports training establishment in Southampton. I’m sure the whole club will join me in congratulating them on this achievement and the award.

Chichester Harbour Summer 2021

Cobnor Summer Camp

This year we held a long weekend summer Cobnor camp and were fortunate to have excellent sunny weather. Thirteen families turned up and enjoyed sailing, paddle boarding and kayaking. The evenings were spend in sunshine chatting and barbequing. A diary of this long weekend is given below.

Wednesday June 10th

08:30 and Sarah Louise and Steve arrived, got Sarah’s Trio rigged and launched into a rising tide and the barest wisps of wind in blue skies and full sun. The drive down had been foggy, the IOW was obscured by fog, and yet just along the strip of coast the sun blazed down. We took 90 minutes of sneaky shallows sailing to make Chalkdock against the flood, and with an hour to go turned for Dell Quay. The SW F1-2 became a southerly F2-3 along the Itchenor reach and we then broad reached to the pub.

The pub required us to sit down and be served, and so we sat on an outdoor sofa which overlooked the water. We had a lovely chat with two canoe paddlers who were randomly assigned the sofa next to us. I’d say more salty than all of us; several transatlantic crossings in a Contessa32, and many salty adventures around the Bahamas.

Soon after the tide turned, we began the beat home in a F2-3, reached the Itchenor channel, and met Adri and Anna coming back from Bosham, where we returned to, took in Ice Creams and headed home in a sporty F4 for a bit of camping. Ginny and Phil arrived and camped.

Thursday June 11th

The plan was for Dell Quay for lunch and Bosham for afternoon ice cream, a tried and trusted crowd pleaser.

The plan unfolded as expected, we were in no hurry to launch as the overcast skies would lead to no sea breeze and the forecast was for more wind in the afternoon. Ginny in her Scow, John and Phil in Phil’s Versa, Anna and Adri in the club Versa and Sarah-Louise and Steve in Sarah’s Trio left the hard at 10:30, headed up-tide and got to Park (beyond Roman Transit) before turning at 11:10 for Dell Quay. We were making a good headway and were about 90 minutes off East Head as we continued onwards.

The broad reach, reach and run saw the fleet at the pub at about 12:15, and we got adjacent outdoor tables where beer, chips and cheesy chips were enjoyed before repairing to the beach for our sandwiches.

The ebb spurred us to action, the beat was good with the tide beneath us, the reach gusty, the run to Bosham slightly eventful. A patch of weed tripped the rudder on the Trio, and we gybed into a broach; fortunately, nothing was there to broach into.

The ice creams at Bosham were good. While I was holding all the boats I was interrogated by a Conservancy Officer regarding a lack of Conservancy stickers, and fortunately we had all phoned in and got a 5-day permit (for which no sticker is issued). Also note that BSC charge if you land on their slipway, but I was holding the boats while still in the water so apparently that does not count. (Also note that even if you have a conservancy sticker, it’s a further £7 per day to launch a dinghy from Itchenor).

The return to Cobnor was a challenging beat with the raging ebb, we reefed just to make it more handleable.

And now the sun has finally come out.

Friday June 12th

Overnight, Ged, Archie and Lisbeth arrived.

The crew were Steve and Lisbeth, Sarah and Ginny in Trios, Phil and John, Anna and Adri in Versas and Ged and Archie in the Storm17.

We launched at 10am into a SW F3 overcast and drizzling, and beat against the flooding tide to East Head where we stopped briefly at 11:15.

The journey to Mengeham Rythe crossed the incoming flood, and then we were carried by it and through the first moorings. It gets tight on the way to My Lord’s Pond, with boats in bow to stern trots and a dead end to avoid. All made it handsomely on the beat there, many tight tacks, and we settled in the now bright sunshine on the North shore for an hour of siesta, lunch and snoozing.

The start of the ebb jolted us into action, and we made our way out which was much easier on the broad reach and run. When we made North of HISC the VHF came alive with a hail from Cody members who have a yacht; Jenny and Roy had sailed to East Head on a whim, so we sailed over and said hello.

We stopped to regroup on Pilsey, passing the deep water Port Hand post the correct side, and just for fun sailed to “Star” racing mark before turning home. Ginny had her racing head on, and Sarah’s Trio was uncatchable. Some had interesting gybes on the way home, some sat majestically running dead downwind without a care in the world, upon cushions.

We arrived home about 1530.

Saturday Sailing

The fleet set off at about 11am after investing some time in working out the club Versa spinnaker.

Mel and Anna, Martin and Ben, Phil and Lisbeth in Versas, Edmund and Isabelle in their Trio, Ged and Archie in the Storm17 and Stephen and Jackie paddled canoes while John took his paddle board. Adri went for a walk, as did Andrea.

Wind was light and variable until Birdham Pool when the sea breeze set in. The sailing was good. The tide was still flooding, so the fleet was anchored. Dell Quay Sailing Club made us most welcome with legendary scones. The fleet left just after 14:00 into a S F3, which built to a F4 at times. In glorious sunshine we beat through Birdham Pool to a close reach along the channel past Itchenor. Steve and Simon joined the fleet for the Itchenor reach, then carried on to East Head for a play in the bigger winds as we broad reached with the spinnaker up home. Someone, not us, using the slipway was lowering their boat, having neglected attaching it to the trolley and the boat fell off the trolley pinning someone between the boat and the wall. We were fortunately out of the way and no major harm was done but it’s a reminder to keep the boat attached to the trolley.

Thanks to Phil for leading the daysail.

Saturday Paddling

Jackie and Stephen Deakin were in their sleek kayaks and John was on his 5th trip on his new Bluefin Cruise 10.8 (SUP).

The outbound leg was in ideal conditions; with the tidal current and in very light winds. The light winds meant that we took about the same time as the dinghies to reach Dell Quay.
By the time of our return the tide had turned and the sea breeze had set in at about 15kts which made for very different conditions. John decided to sit down on his board using the kayak seat that clips to his board, otherwise standing up would have been torturous. He also made use of the second paddle blade to make a double-ended set.

Overall we recorded a 7 mile round trip. It was only after we returned that Stephen noted Jackie was nearly an Olympic rower, which explains why she left Stephen and John far in her wake at times. Like any hard work it was a slog at times but a good achievement in retrospect.

Even in the windy conditions we made the return journey again in a similar time to the dinghies

Roll on future Cody paddling trips!

Sunday (14th) Paddlers

Phil on his kayak and John with his SUP set off from Cobnor at 0945, just before the slipway closed for the Oppy launching window. They had a very pleasant paddle to Bosham with the tidal current and the wind. Following the well established Cody tradition, they stopped at Bosham for an early ice cream. As the tide still had a way to rise and they didn’t fancy a long mud walk, they decided to chance the Bosham Sailing Club slipway and left their craft on the green.

Ice creams consumed, they returned to the green and were stealthily making their way to the slipway when a Bosham Quay staff member came out of his office to demand a fee (£5 each) for using the slipway. After relaunching they made their way further up the Bosham channel as far as they could go with the water available. As they turned to make their way back to Cobnor the tide was against them and there was a healthy breeze. It was hard going on his feet for John on his SUP, so he tried paddling from his knees. Using just the SUP one- ended paddle still made for slow progress, so he added the second blade. Not expecting a breeze John hadn’t taken his kayak seat for his SUP, so he had to sit back on his feet to paddle.

They made steady progress heading back to Cobnor, arriving about 1145 just as the Oppies were finishing their morning racing. It took John a while to be able to get his legs straight, but it was another valuable SUP journey to put in the experience bank.

Sunday Sailing

The weather on Sunday was light winds but gloriously sunny and hot. Seven Cody boats sailed from Cobnor to Dell quay late morning after a racing fleet of Optimists had launched. We found a bit of wind and it was a beat/reach to the pub

The weather on Sunday was light winds but gloriously sunny and hot. Seven Cody boats sailed from Cobnor to Dell quay late morning after a racing fleet of Optimists had launched. We found we needed to take into account the Open Meeting at Bosham SC where about 20 Mirrors and 35 Optimists were racing, so we left after the race fleets were on the water. Keith and Lois joined us from Itchenor in their Sport 14. Mel and Steve, Rob and Adri, Sarah and Simon and Lisbeth in Trios, Martin and Ben in their Versa and Ged and Archie in their Storm17.

We slightly entangled ourselves in the Optimist fleet, and mostly kept out of the way as the tiny humans battled with surprisingly different levels of ability to round their racing mark near Deep End. The clear blue sky did not lift a convincing sea breeze and we were left with puffs and patches of wind from the South as we took the flood to Dell Quay.

Lunch was taken both at the Pub, at the Sailing Club on their veranda and on the beach under the shade of a foreshore tree.

The return trip was uneventful, the wind dropping to barely allow us over the ebbing tide to Cobnor.
We packed up in a crowded carpark and headed home.

This posting was collectively created by the attendees of the camp.

Poole Camp 2021

Monday May 24th

No surprises that Jenny and Roy arrived first in sunshine but were soon followed by others. The weather soon turned colder, with heavy torrential rain and squalls. Some set up their camp in-between the squalls, and some set up camp with an intermission for the squall and torrential rain to blow through… The air was cold and damp, the forecast looked better for Wednesday onwards, but it was simply nice to not be staring at the inside of a house, and instead allow our gaze to fall on a horizon of beauty. Not even Jenny and Roy saying they were going sailing at 1800hrs was enough to entice others onto the water. You know the saying “there was wind and water”. The wind at that time was sailable and looking at the forecast the only chance for a blast with the kite all week. A squall blew through while they were out, and we were sitting inside the porch of Sarah-Louise’s tent facing downwind.

We very much hoped that they had landed, as the torrential rain was streaming horizontally off the violently flapping fabric of the tent while the squall screamed through. Poole YC has a weather station and the reading for those 15 minutes was 32 knots, which is a Force 7. They had an adventurous sail. They were off the NE corner of Brownsea when the wind came through beating – so only had the 2 white sails up. They practised their capsize recovery several times in 2 foot waves (flipping it 3 times totally) before getting righted and deciding to have a steady sail home (no kite). Roy discovered his dry suit was not so dry either.

Tuesday May 25th

Only Roy and Jenny went sailing again just after a quick breakfast. No one else could be encouraged to join them. There was wind, water and the 2k was rigged. What more incentive did they need? They decided to again sail around Brownsea and back to camp again with the intention of going the other direction – anticlockwise. With the kite hoisted off the north side of Furzey and the boat on the plane Blood Alley was calling. The harbour entrance could have been the next destination but the kite was dropped ready for the beat up the east side of Brownsea. The wind was not so bad off “windy corner” but still piped up a bit but they had an enjoyable and uneventful sail – not like the day before.

Roy and Jenny returned to find people sat relaxed drinking coffee before a plan was hatched to head to Swanage for a fish and chip lunch. We sat by the rowing club huddled behind the sea wall in light rain. Whilst the weather was grim the fish and chips were superb – and Roy got away with counting it as going out for a meal for their 5th wedding anniversary!

It was at this point that Mike turned up at the campsite, less boat due to a tow-hitch problem, and having been scared off by Monday’s weather forecast. By mid-afternoon the rain had really set in so in the evening we gathered in tents for a blend of alcohol and a pleasant few hours of sharing stories.

Wednesday May 26th

The ebb was full on, so we decided on a race to Pottery Pier, with the Kayak going straight there down Blood Alley, and the dinghies going to the North of Brownsea.

Andy stopped off at the first permitted landing point half way down the South shore of Brownsea to go and buy sandwiches, leaving Vanessa to paddle on alone, arriving first at Pottery Pier. The dinghies sailed into a wind hole at the north west end of Brownsea which saw us walking, paddling and motoring for a while, with a paddle-less Trio narrowly avoiding a moored catamaran (a paddle is on order). The breeze filled in from the South, Roy and Jenny took full advantage and headed home in their Lasers and we gathered at Pottery Pier for the return to our launching place.

The beat was fun in full sun. We needed to be back at the top of the second high tide and achieved this with unusual precision.

The heat in the sun was in contrast to the chilly wind, some boat fettling was achieved, Andy and Vanessa rigged their Vision ready for the next day.

Friday May 28th

The day dawned grey, windless and cold. At 7am no sailing was promised so the duvet called out to me to sleep under it a bit longer. Roy and Jenny explored using canoes but failed to find the seals. By 9am the forecasted Easterly F3 had established and Bournemouth called out with a promising upwind adventure. Sarah-Louise and Mark, Anna and Mike, Mel and Steve in Trios, Andy and Vanessa in their Vision set off about 10:15, and Roy and Jenny in their 2k about 20 minutes after, having changed from canoeing to sailing clothes. We made the entrance to the harbour for 11am, and beat to the west of Bournemouth Pier by noon where we beached the boats to keep them from the surf and began to enjoy a packed lunch. An official from Bournemouth Council shooed us off the beach, but was kind enough to give us the 10 minutes that we were looking for to finish lunch and pack up. The broad reach home saw some spinnakers aired and pulling in the increasingly sunny weather.

Roy and Jenny took to the North of Brownsea and the rest headed home but arrived too early for the second tide so extended towards Pottery Pier. We all met up by the West of Brownsea, then split up finding at least three different routes home. We were home by 15:15, with enough water to recover.

Saturday 29th

The overcast morning soon gave way to a bright day with an Easterly F3.

Roy and Jenny 2k, Anna and Mike, Mel and Steve, Sarah-Louise and Mark in Trios, Martin and Josh in their Versa and Andy and Vanessa in the Vision, with Jacki and Stephen each in a kayak, slipped at 10am. We broad reached/paddled round the back of Round Island, with some of the group spotting the famous local Sammy the Seal, and landed at Shipstal.

For the second time in two days we were shooed away, this time by the RSPB warden. (Now we know that there is no landing allowed on most of the south of Poole Harbour beaches, and it is documented at https://www.phc.co.uk/environment/the-harbour/map/ )

The dinghies sailed to Rockley and moored in a safe location away from the swimmers for lunch and ice creams. Meanwhile Jacki and Stephen paddled back to find Sammy – and had a closer encounter than they expected! Jacki was slightly worried, ‘girlie screams’ were heard when it climbed on the back of her kayak, as it moved closer to the cockpit than she expected, and she was waiting to feel its whiskers on the back of her neck and smell its fishy breath. This was a strange experience, delightful since the seal was so close, but also a bit worrying in case he thought that kayakers were worth a bite or two.

Also, Stephen and Jacki feared that the seal would make them capsize and then mistake them for a tasty fish lunch. Stephen, helpfully, said to Jacki, “Hit it with your paddle”, but it was just a friendly, inquisitive seal and its intentions seemed to be honourable and no seals were harmed although the same cannot be said for husbands who suggested beating harmless animals. There is a film on the net, that Andy found, of a similar seal at Littlehampton and it is climbing onto paddleboards. This one may be the same one. This was simply an amazing experience that Jacki and Stephen will never forget. Thank you Cody, they say!

At Rockley, lunch and ice-creams were enjoyed. Two Trios returned directly to the field, the others beat with the ebb tide through a very busy harbour of racing and boating in a steady F4 and bright sun to the Shell Bay Seafood Restaurant and took afternoon tea on the balcony, before returning to the field by way of a spinnaker broad reach.

Sunday 30th

Roy in a Laser, Mike and Stephen, Anna and Steve in Trios, Vanessa and Andy in their Vision, Josh and Martin in their Versa. We launched as soon as there was water into a F3 SE steady breeze and full sun. Getting out the creek was difficult with several boats ending up more West in the shallows than planned.

We mustered at Cleavel Point, then began a broad reach towards the western end of Brownsea Island. Behind me Vanessa and Andy capsized, so Anna got a crash course in getting the spinnaker down in our boat and we collected as a fleet at the capsize. By using the Trio as a safety boat would manoeuvre on Frensham, to get a mast out of the mud by following the forestay up, plus Andy hanging his whole weight under the centreboard we were soon on our way, having gathered a considerable weight of audience as one of the Poole Harbour tourist boats had stopped, and also a gaggle of safety boats and other craft. We became part of the voiceover on the boat “…and that shows how shallow the harbour is…”

We continued to Brownsea, mustered again and Roy reported that the gooseneck on his Laser was loose so he nursed the boat back to the field directly. We continued on and made it to the beach by the Shell Bay Restaurant by 13:00. Knowing that we also needed to catch the tide at the field for 14:00 we missed out on a beverage (although the location was packed with people so who knows how many would have been queuing), and headed straight home. We arrived close to 14:00 and recovered the boats.

Monday 31st

All the remaining campers, bar Roy, spent the low-water morning packing up tents and dinghies. By noon there was enough water for a paddle. Stephen, Jacki, Rob, Andy and Vanessa set off towards Round Island and Arne. Jacki’s navigation left a lot to be desired as they all ran aground in very shallow water. No sign of Sammy this time. Lunch was taken afloat so as to stay legal, followed by a hard paddle back against the headwind. On return to the site, Andy was about to lead the way with an impromptu dip, but sadly the water level had dropped just a little too far and he soon found himself ankle deep in goo. Mike, meanwhile, enjoyed an insanely long walk from the campsite to the Studland beaches, the Old Harry rocks, and return. All that remained was to complete the final packing, say our goodbyes/au revoirs (till next time…) and head home in the intense bank holiday traffic (except for Jenny and Roy who stayed over another night to miss the traffic no doubt, and sail another day….).

Tuesday 1st June

What a lovely summer morning. One could almost (and we do say “almost”) feel sorry for the workers. Jenny and Roy spent the morning leisurely packing up. There was a debate whether to pack the 2k or not because with the wind in the East there could well be water for sailing from about lunch time but the mast came down mid morning. By lunchtime they were all packed with only the kayaks left. There would have been enough water to beat out the creek but instead they decided to paddle to the harbour entrance. Positive paddling into the wind was necessary but the incentive of an ice cream was all that was needed. Once consumed it was a nice paddle back with the wind behind. A couple of hours on the water to finish a splendid week. Back at the field the kayaks were put on the roof of the car and it was time to find that traffic queue for the journey home.

Another Poole camp was over with more stories to add to the Cody history book. Weather, with the exception of the first two days, was marvellous, ideal for sailing. Mike would like to give special thanks to Anna and Stephen for being such good crews/helms. What stories will next year bring …..

We all would like to thank Gordon and Steve for making the camp happen.

This posting was written by many members of the club.

Lake Road to Sandbanks

Two boats took to the waters of Poole Harbour from the Lake Road slipway on Saturday 4th January.

The forecast was for F3-4, overcast, 8C and with a chance of rain. We slipped at 10am, and sailed to Cleaval Point (not enough water to be able to get to land), then a long and lovely run onto Sandbanks for lunch at the Caff Cafe. We were all a bit chilly, and a sit down in a warm cafe was just what we needed. Food was hot and good, service excellent. With about 3 hours of daylight we chose to sail not the direct circumnavigation of Brownsea Island, but back through the more interesting Blood Alley, where the chances of a wind shadow were less. The wind was variable in both direction and strength as drizzle clouds passed over Hamworthy and Poole, changing the wind direction. Since the second ebb had gently started, it was an intellectual battle of minimising oncoming tidal currents and squeezing everything out of the gusts to get to the Western end of the island. The others took their sail down and rowed into the wind, then hoisted for the long single beat back to Lake Road.

On our way to Cleavel Point

We returned four minutes before the passage plan had suggested. Surprisingly, we sailed 10 miles during our tour of Poole Harbour.

Having packed up we repaired to “The Yachtsman” Public House for soft drinks and chat before heading home.

Bikes and boats

Two boats and many bikes were used in the rendezvous event on the 28th December. Thirteen members of Cody SC cycled from West Dean to Chichester Marina, while two boats and five members enjoyed a sail from Itchenor. The weather was grey and overcast all day, dry, SSE F0-3. We sailed towards East Head against the incoming tide having launched at 09:30, and then turned to sail with the tide to Chichester Marina where we met up. The venue was the Boat Yard Cafe, and their service and food were excellent. Having warmed up over hot chocolate/coffee, and lovely food, the cyclists headed back to West Dean. The sailors sailed to Itchenor, packed up the boats and met the cyclists at West Dean before we all travelled home. We certainly made the best of the daylight, having left and returned home in the dark. An excellent day both on and off the water.

Mind the laundry – adventures on the Exe.

A last minute decision to take a trip to Exmouth on the evening of Friday 5th October saw Mel and Steve travel to Exmouth to join Nick and others on a daysail in the estuary on Saturday.

The forecast had been for F4-5 from the East and Topsham would have been an easy destination, but as the week progressed the forecast abruptly changed to zero for Saturday morning.

The millpond of the estuary – paddling only…

And it is onto a millpond of reflection that four boats began the paddle; Nick and his crew in his beautiful Trio, two people in the Wayfarer and two in an RS Vision (I apologise, I am useless at remembering names). After an hour, and with 20 minutes left of the flood tide it was clear that Topsham was not a likely destination, and we diverted to the unbelievably picturesque Lympstone. This is where the laundry comes into the story – the dwellings in Lympstone have no gardens, and the locals have taken to hanging their washing on the shoreline on ropes strung between great wooden poles to dry.

Foreshore laundry.

We avoided the laundry as we made land and shortly afterwards enjoyed the hospitality of Susannah’s Tea Room, a lovely traditional coffee-shop cum centre-of-village-life walkers cafe with yummy cake and drinks.
While we were enjoying the good company and coffee, the wind built to a F3 from the SW. The other boats headed back, and we followed the navigation marks to Topsham. As it happens, the twists and turns of the navigable river forced us to enjoy some lovely spinnaker broad reaches.
The water gets shallow in Topsham, and without local knowledge we chose not to land, because it looked like it would be easy to get stranded; at one point it looked as if we were in the middle of the channel and were in only in 70cm of water with 40m to the shore…

The beat back to Exe SC was in F3-4 was with the ebb tide under us. We briefly stopped at a secluded beach just north of Lympstone, nestled between the red Triassic rocks of the area, and mused that a Cody SC expedition to this estuary should include a stop here for lunch. In total, we sailed about 14 miles.

Triassic Rocks and Trio.

Thanks to Nick for arranging the facility at Exe SC, and pies, Laura for helping us drop the boat at the sailing club late on Friday, the skippers and crew of the other boats (I should have taken a pad and paper with me) for their engaging and knowledgable company at the coffee stop, and apologies again to Annie for shying a soft drink all over her just after she’d provided it to me at the bar.

The wind on Sunday was forecast F4-6, and when we got to the club, also blowing a F4-6 so we left the racers to it.