RS Aero Open Weekend

Published 13:50 on 19 Oct 2021

Nothing fazes an RS Aero sailor 

There are many perspectives from which one can view this weekends RS Aero Open Meeting at Salcombe YC.   Glorious racing was Peter Bartons angle on the experience; unsurprising as he played his mainsheet like a finely tuned instrument, taming Sundays 35 knot gusts with ease.  On the other hand, for Team Highcliffe, whilst thoroughly enjoying the event, they were overheard using more evocative words like crazy swirly and wildest conditions I have ever sailed in.  Whether or not you spent more time swimming after your boat on Sunday, or swimming in it on Saturday, all the sailors can probably agree that they had a truly epic time in the estuary. 

The weekend started with an Aero advance party from Highcliffe SC arriving in Devon a couple of days early to scout out the venue.  The lucky four had the privilege of finding Salcombe at its sunniest best. After an evening of doing what visiting sailors do, and testing out the local hostelries on Thursday, the fearless foursome set sail on Friday afternoon for a 21km Swallows & Amazon adventure exploring the creeks and beaches of the Kingsbridge estuary.  They were spoilt.  The sun shone and the river was free of summer traffic. With wind blowing in every single direction the Aero quartet were able to get up and down each branch of the river with ease and only the odd capsize.  The water was tourquoise clear, the valleys verdant and the breeze kind.  Surely, this was the most beautiful place in the world to sail?

For sailors arriving Saturday morning, this could not have been further from the truth. The rain waiting for everyone in the car park at Batson Creek was tumbling from the sky in drenching sheets and contrary to ALL forecasts, seems to have absorbed all the wind into its massive skin soaking droplets.  Incredibly, most of the Aero sailors were not put off by the lack of wind and the deluge from above.  14 dinghies rigged and launched for an afternoon out racing.  Three (sensible) Aero sailors, having done their duty as trolley dollies, obviously, preferred to squelch their way along up to Salcombe YC in search of the wood burner and a bottle of rosé.  For reasons of personal privacy, I wont mention who came with me (Karl & Sue) to the Clubhouse…

After launching the boats in the heavy, vertical rain, the sailors raced all the way from mark 2 just by the Yacht Club terrace before heading up through The Bag, past Halwell Point, Saltstone and Widegates to mark 7 and back again, twice (I think, I stopped watching after the second rosé).  I am told that, after launching in calm winds, the first race at least gave the sailors some gusts and some swirly light winds to play with and there was talk of a beautiful rainbow which appeared momentarily, but all signs of any energy in the air disappeared completely by the second race.   Some sailors reported getting a little cold toward the end, however, all arrived back smiling and pleased with their day on the water.  There must be something about Aero sailors that means they dont mind getting wet, probably because they are used to the spray from an incredibly fast reach or something.  In the end Saturdays racing went Chris Hattons way.  He skilfully and probably patiently, took both races, leaving veterans Chris Jones and Peter Barton to settle for 2^nd and 3^rd place respectively in race one.  Ellie Craig, racing the development 6 rig, managed to nudge the boys further down the results in the second race by sneaking in with a fab 2^nd place.

After a mad scramble for the showers and a calm, cold beer, several sailors returned to Salcombe YC for evening dinner and a dram or three.  Much to the sailors pleasure, Salcombe Town was running its second annual festival of live music that weekend and Salcombe YC had joined in.   With full bellies, the sailors settled down in the cosy lounge, or nodded off in the corner, Peter, to be serenaded by the blues musician Sam Jefferson, where they finished the day, glass in hand and the pleasure of actually feeling dry again.

So.  So far Salcombe had delivered summer conditions and monsoon conditions, what could Sunday possibly bring our sailors?  Oh thats right.  Hurricane time!  I exaggerate obviously, but it would be fair to say that with the anemometer off Prawle Point picking up 49 knot gusts, the wind bending round the corners and pouring down the valleys was never going to hand us an easy ride out there. Still, every single Aero sailor rigged and readied for Sunday racing with great enthusiasm.  How hard could it be out there?  The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze blowing down through Batson Creek, lovely.  The wind bomb hit us as we all turned right toward SYC; mains were dumped and controls yanked on quick smart.  But we carried on regardless heading down the river and even getting to enjoy a few screamy reaches as we tested the start line from Smalls Cove to the Yacht Club and back again, before getting away to a clean start.  It quickly became evident (well to me it did), that this was not the day to commit to a full fat hiking position, way too many wind shifts.  The headers were violent and caught many out to windward.   The thinking was, if we could at least make it to mark 2, and survive the gybe, the run down to mark 3 was going to be spectacular.  And it was.  Absolutely exhilarating.  Sailing by the lee felt like the most comfortable position to be in and when the gusts tore through, the acceleration almost took your breath away.  Already before the first leg had been completed, several sailors had been swimming, usually caught out by a swirling 30 knotter.  Pretty quickly, the lead sailors established themselves.   By the end of the run, Peter Barton, Richard Watsham, Chris Hatton, Ellie Craig and Karl Thorne had put some distance between themselves and the rest of the fleet.  It was all about mainsheet control and reaction time, I think. Near the back, the capsize count was increasing and bit by bit certain soggy, sailors and even some dry ones (ahem), peeled off the race course and headed back home, happy, but done for the day.