September is a month of harvests afloat as it is ashore, and as we reach October with its inescapable sense of the change in the seasons, our bountiful new monthly list of no less than six different and distinctive September Sailors of the Month awards reflects the rich variety of sailing in and around Ireland, as well as notable achievements by our sailors abroad.
The awards will each have their own separate and more-detailed citation published on Afloat.ie with the arrival of October, but September 2022’s list is so all-inclusive and fascinating in itself that it deserves to be published right here in an additional accessible form.
AFLOAT.ie “SAILORS OF THE MONTH” SEPTEMBER 2022
- Andy Thompson (East Antrim BC): Multiple major international dinghy titles winner as much-sought-after crew
- Fiachra & Caoilinn Geraghty-McDonnell (RStGYC) Brother-sister crew, winners of National Junior Championship at Schull
- Micheal O’Suilleabhain (Kinsale): KYC helm for successful K25 Team Effort, Bronze Medallists at J/24 Euros in Howth
- Nick Kats (Clifden): Successful completion of a comprehensive tenth voyage to Arctic in 39ft ketch Teddy
- Colman Grimes (Skerries): Lead event organiser and best-placed Irish helm (5th overall) in 106-strong fleet in GP14 Worlds at Skerries
- Vicky Cox & Peter Dunlop (Pwllheli): With J/109 Mojito, overall winners of the ISORA Championship in 2022, the Association’s Golden Jubilee year
Afloat.ie has been running the “Sailors of the Month” accolades since 1996, and in this relatively informal contest’s 27 years, the adjudicators and our readers have learned that the form of Irish sailing (and boating too – we’ve given some notable powerboat awards over the years) is so varied and often amorphous that applying strict rules and definitions simply doesn’t do full justice to the richly-varied recreational and competitive life afloat on our seas and inland waterways.
A COMPLEX SYSTEM - BUT IT WORKS
This September 2022 list is a perfect illustration of the way the system - such as it is - works. It tells us a lot about the wonderful variety of life and achievement in boats and sailing all round Ireland. And even though October may bring fresh awards - with our Cape 31s in contest at Cowes this weekend, the new-style Helmsman’s Championship – the Coppa dei Campioni – at Sutton in the GP14s in a week’s time, the earlier Autumn Leagues reaching their conclusion, and the Middle Sea Race before the month is out - the publication of the September List marks a turn in the sailing year honoured by those yotties of a more traditional mind-set.
Time was when the boundaries of the sailing season were more clearly defined, with the beginnings in April or May, and the endings in September, being properly celebrated in boisterous club dinners. The end-of-season one, in particular, was usually a festival of home-made entertainment, with each crew being expected to nominate a performer of reasonable entertainment ability, in some cases totally unexpected.
END-OF-SEASON ENTERTAINMENT
There was the mood of an Edwardian “smoker” about it all, with somebody invariably giving a soulful if tuneless rendition of what we would be assured was “After The Ball Was Over”, while trick entertainment might include “The One-Armed Flautist” which – smoothly executed – could reduce even the most prudish guest to helpless mirth.
In the days when these gatherings were building up their traditions, the clubs had marine staff who were unreasonably called The Club Boatmen. It was unreasonable and arrogant, for these multi-talented and patient men provided the backbone in running the club’s fleet. So much so, in fact, that in many cases, for a very modest fee, the boats were rigged and ready for racing when the owners arrived, and the boatmen’s only plea was that the owner and his crew leave them to do the unrigging afterwards, as amateur efforts took more time to unravel than starting from scratch.
In some cases the boatmen also hauled the fleet at the end of the year, and while they were men of many practical talents, a fancy way with the written word was seldom one of them. Thus at my home port, in mid-Autumn each owner would be presented with a bill which itemised the costs incurred in “Launching Down” and “Launching Up”, and so the Launching Down and Launching Up Suppers became part of club lore.
The latter, at the end of the season, inevitably became increasingly competitive as the fleet built over the years, and more intensely competitive skippers joined the racing. They had to be sure their lineup for the time-honoured end-of-season shore entertainment was top class, and in the final fleet-expanding years before the marina arrived to change the annual pattern of sailing completely, some of these alleged crewmembers seemed to be there because of a professional standard of singing, rather than any sailing ability or direct link to the boat.
COMPETITIVE SINGING
However, along the coast at clubs all the way from Clontarf to Skerries, you could be quite sure that the magnificently-voiced and splendidly-named Billy Blood-Smyth, the lawyer son of the one-legged railway engineer who had built the classic yawl Sonia for himself with designer John Kearney in 1929, would easily out-sing any imported semi-professional through quality, volume, variety of repertoire, and sheer stamina.
So maybe the marina and its year-round sailing possibilities arrived in the nick of time, for these Launching-Up Suppers were shaping up to end in blows, if they hadn’t already. But many of us miss them, for they very clearly marked the end of the season, which could then be properly assessed while we resigned ourselves to seemingly endless boat-less dark cold months, but with the prospect of renewed enthusiasm in the Spring.
DBSC INAUGURATE END-OF-SEASON DINNER
In the olden days, in Dun Laoghaire the clubs-with-buildings were thought to be entitled to stage their own End-of-Season Dinners, with Dublin Bay Sailing Club left to mount a more austere mid-week prize-giving which increasingly became a challenge of logistics. But now with some of the specifically clubhouse-oriented end-of-season affairs melted away, nostalgia must be in the air, as DBSC has leapt to life with its own inaugural End-of-Season Dinner, due to be staged in the National Yacht Club (tickets limited to a hundred) on Saturday, October 8th.
This is history in the making. And if you happen to hear your beloved marinero singing his or her heart out in the shower or bath, you’ll know they’re in training to play a key role in their crew’s contribution to the time and circumstances-denying cheerfulness and entertainment of this new DBSC Launching Up Supper
CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
Be that as it may, there’s no doubting the swing of the meteorological seasons. Just five weeks ago, we were musing that it was the date of the annual anniversary of the all-destructive Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, yet in Europe, there was still no sign of even the decaying evidence of what had been predicted to be one of the most active hurricane seasons ever.
Yet this benign weather continued right through September, when in times past we could have expected Ireland to have a side swipe from any hurricane going. But instead, we had one of the best days of the year plumb on the Autumn Equinox, with no sign of any traditional Equinoctial Storm (and yes I know that, statistically speaking, there’s not a higher frequency of storms at the Autumn Equinox, but if they do happen to occur, we notice them more, and reinforce our superstitions with a knowing nod of our sage old heads).
And now we’re into October, and it’s as if we’ve been instantly catapulted into a different universe, with hurricanes gone mad in America, and heaven only knows what might eventually turn up at short notice in Ireland. For, once a tropical storm created from a previous hurricane starts to prowl like a lone wolf on routes not previously ordained for its progress, it can seem to move along like an oversized tornado, and sometimes apparently do so against the direction of the gradient wind.
But that is now. Yesterday was still September 2022 of fond memories. I’ve recently been enjoying our small but delicious porch harvest of Hamburg Black grapes to round out the cheese-laden lunch each day. The runner beans still flourish. The smallest of our eating apple trees produced a delicious harvest heavier than itself. The Jerusalem artichokes will be nicely ready for Christmas. The vigorous escallonia hedge at the front still flowers on, and continues to attract bees so well that it won’t be trimmed until flowering ceases. And if that doesn’t look very neatly suburban, so be it. For it’s no longer a garden. It’s now a sensibly-monitored re-wilding project.
Yet this is all in the midst of a right little hotbed of sailing families hidden away in our agreeable cul-de-sac. Gordon Maguire’s sister lives just across the road. Those multi-discipline achievers afloat, Cormac and Mandy Farrell and their nautically-successful offspring, are a few doors along. Rising junior star Harry Dunne is right next door. Our own lot acquired their silverware back in the day, mainly racing offshore, and are now filling their own trophy cabinets racing local classes. Former super-star cruiser-racer helm Emma McDonald – sister of Ross of 1720 Atara fame – is half a dozen doors up. David the Cags, the Ultra-Brain of Howth sailing, lives on the corner with his many computers. And an eminence grise of the mysterious but hugely successful Howth 17 Deilginis Syndicate – it makes the Mafia look transparent - is just across the road.
Being in such a location requires special care. We have to inch the car out of the driveway with total attention. Any carelessness or unnecessary haste, and we might injure a potential Olympic Sailing athlete.