Transom Series – 13th October 2024

Ah, what a splendidly quaint affair was the Transom series, a spectacle in which the wind, that most elusive of companions, could scarcely be bothered to attend. With a gentle South-East to East breeze—so light one might think it simply an exhalation from some distant shore—the day commenced under the watchful, if somewhat indifferent, eye of Danny Powell. He, with the noble assistance of Dan Patterson and Chris Parr in their patrol boat, presided over the day’s theatrics with the gravitas of a general marshaling his troops into battle, albeit one conducted at a leisurely pace.

The first race, a figure-of-eight course that could only have been devised by someone with an appreciation for the poetic absurdity of chasing one’s tail, began with a flourish. Jason, eager and optimistic in his Laser, took to the inland tack, while Steve, that most confident of sailors, boldly ventured outward. The winds may have been timid, but Steve’s ambition was anything but, and by the first mark, he had secured a lead that was as unassailable as it was elegant.

Jason, undeterred, pressed on, and behind him followed Jake, ever tenacious, though he had to keep one wary eye on Lawrence, who, aboard his Comet, was dancing through the course with a quiet determination. Yet, it was poor Danny Clugston who captured the audience’s sympathies. In his Topaz, he struggled valiantly against the tide, as though battling not just the water, but the very whims of the universe itself, finishing last in a race that seemed to treat him with the same indifference as the wind.

The race committee, being of sound mind and perhaps a touch of mercy, decided to alter the course for the second race, swapping marks and shortening the legs, thereby shaping the course into a trapezoid—a rather geometrically sensible choice, though one could scarcely deny the tragic beauty of a figure-eight. The adjustment allowed for three laps to be completed by the Laser fast fleet, and oh, what a race it was!

The placings remained largely unchanged, though Jason, no doubt driven by the unspoken promise of redemption, was much closer to Steve this time. It was a contest of inches rather than miles, but in such matters, every inch carries the weight of destiny. Lawrence, ever steadfast, kept pace with Jake, proving that consistency, even in a fickle wind, is a virtue unto itself.

And thus the day concluded, not with triumph or defeat, but with the quiet satisfaction that comes from having sailed at all. For, in the end, is it not the journey, and the gentle companionship of the sea’s capriciousness, that makes such events truly worthwhile?

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