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AGC JOURNAL 2018


 Solent Adventure                                             when coming into a marina. And, that is before one takes
                                                              into the account the sleeping arrangements which make
                                                              a poncho feel spacious (although admittedly the boat has
                                                              mattresses). Everything from putting on waterproof clothing,
 By Second Lieutenant Teddy Chabo                             changing direction, and especially cooking, turns into a
                                                              rather elaborate, cramped ‘to-me-to-you’ which engenders
 On the evening of Sunday 10 September 2018, twenty four members of the   a team spirit faster than you would believe. This team spirit
                                                              was never more in evidence than when we may or may not
 Corps gathered in the relatively spooky complex that is the Royal Navy’s   have connected with the ground earlier than planned outside
 Fort Blockhouse.                                             Poole Marina.
                                                              Final Evening

                                                              On our final evening we sat down to a brilliant meal, and


                                                              competing tales of nautical proficiency were thrown back
                                                              and forth between crews. Words which would be put to a
                                                              test the following morning, with our closing race. Naturally,

                                                              everyone was on the soft drinks as we celebrated our final
                                                              night together, in order to retain that competitive edge for the
                                                              morning.
                                                              The Race
                                                              We woke early, meticulously checked every spinnaker,
                                                              halyard and kicker (in the dictionary), before starting off
                                                              under power for the start line. Unfortunately, on the fog horn,

                                                              which acted as the starting gun, instead of bursting off under
                                                              full sail we noticed them flapping in both directions whilst

                                                              elderly fish overtook us on either side. Neither wind nor time

                                                              were on our side. Despite some manic jostling and ambitious
                                                              tactical manoeuvring to catch some small burst and gain an
                                                              edge over the other crews our race lacked for suspense.
                                                              Luckily as with everything in the week so far, it more than
                                                              made up for this with good humour; the Pirates of the
 England                                                      Caribbean soundtrack blaring out somewhat incongruously

 from a                                                       as we floated backwards with the current. Even waiting for
 diff erent                                                    hours to access the pier petrol station (like a normal one, but
 angle                                                        with water rather than tarmac between stations) couldn’t
                                                              dampen the mood, and it was with a sense of reluctance
                                              Collaborative

 Sail Training  around her, but we arrived safely in Cowes for our first   working to   that we said goodbye to our floating home (after a thorough

 night of rest, having established that the on board sound   disentangle   clean) and returned in our various directions to landlubber

 Now mostly derelict, Fort Blockhouse has for centuries   system did work, and that none of us suffered from sea   the rigging  life.
 guarded the entrance to Southampton harbour. That night   sickness.
 it provided us with our last night of real bed sleep before
 setting off the following morning for four nights in our   Cowes World

 cabins on Solent Adventure, the Corp’s annual sail training
 exercise.  We were introduced to the joys of Yacht Club ablutions;
 standing outside with wash kit hoping someone who
 Four Crews  actually knew the door code would arrive to let us in,
 rather than having to slink back to the boat admitting we

 We gathered bright and early the next morning at   had forgotten, and Cowes’ world famous fish and chips.
 HMS Hornet (which is actually a building) to meet our
 crewmates for the week ahead, have some breakfast   Cruising
 and grab that all important stash. Under the auspices of

 experienced sailors and the invaluable experts from the   Across the following three days we cruised, flapped and
 Joint Services Adventure Training Centre we were broken   learned our way up and down the channel. Glorious
 into our four crews for the week before going through   weather lent some of the longer runs a truly blissful feel.
 to a classroom based run through of the essential safety   Passing the majestic forts which guard the channel, the
 equipment. The equipment which would keep us alive   famous Needles and the beautiful houses sat on the Isle
 should either we, or most of the boat, end up in the water.  of White’s coastline, all viewed from the leaning deck of a
 32 foot boat. With a little help from the wind, were driving
 Gaining Our Sea Legs  with purpose across the water.
 After our very reassuring introduction to the kit we set out   Teamwork
 for an afternoon of familiarisation with the vessels, in our
 case the mighty Pochard. This was an old school, wooden   Sailing seems just about the perfect activity for developing
 decked yacht which, after a rather tense exit via the busiest   teamwork. There is almost nothing an individual can   Restorative
 freight shipping channel in the country, we put through   accomplish on the boat without at least a few others   Fish and
 her paces in the Solent.  It may be more accurate to say   pulling on something, winching something or else simply   Chips in
 that she put us through our paces, as we learnt our way   looking out and making up for the lack of a parking sensor   Yarmouth





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