| I was there
that summer, and was lent as crew to a young lady with an odd sense
of priorities. We were leading and rapidly approaching the finishing
line when she noticed that we would run into the reeds beyond the line.
"So what?" said I."We'll worry about that after we've
won." She wouldn't have it, gybed and tipped us arse over tit into the Deben the wrong side of the winning post. Late into the twilight one evening Mr. Coetze bit into a raspberry jam and wasp sandwich! (Joe Briggs - July, 2003) |