I am re-digitising some old films from the Blackwater and Colne and I cam across this one. I really admire the enterprise of these blokes - but I am not really sure what they are doing is a good thing
The essence of exactly what the creeks are all about to those of us that love them with a passion not understood by the many who just see muddy drains!
Lovely film Dylan – Don’t remember seeing this one but never mind your old films can be revisited like a good book – I haven’t looked back as much recently as I used to!!! On a techy note – I haven’t got a DVD player, we bought a “Smart” tele last year for the Strictly & Olympics which suffices for everything Except you, which is now invariably Youtube (An App on the tele),Question: Am I missing out on the content of the DVD’s or can they be streamed? on to a memory stick from the laptop or PC? Getting out of my depth from here on!!Regards Brian
just re-digitising them to put onto the website
Thanks Dylan, this reminds me of one of the happiest days of my life.
On a sunny June day, thirty years ago, I finished my last exam at the hated Colne High School in Brightlingsea and walked home to Wivenhoe along the sea wall of Alresford Creek and the Colne.
In the following ten years I often sailed a little way up the creek whilst crewing for my Father in a Wivenhoe One Design, but moved away in ’93.
WODs – wonderfu;
did you ever do Pyefleet week
and do you remember Malcolm Goodwin?
Pyefleet Week….constantly sworn at for pulling the b….y sheet when I should have been pulling the f…..g sheet, no thanks, it’s only a game.
I did once help my Father sail back to Wivenhoe after Pyefleet, coming out of the trots at Brighlingsea in a very strong but steady southerly and managed to stand out on the gunwale, just holding on the jib sheet. He said “get back in you f…..g pratt”, I didn’t do it again.
I think Malcolm made or repaired the sails on the WOD (Sapphire, No 12) and I think my Father, Tony, knows (knew ?) him quite well. Somewhere I have a scan of some twenty year old pics of the back of my head, holding out the spinnaker in Alresford Creek.
despite being a keen racer in my youth I have never sworn at crew
it is very rude
Maybe my Father took it too seriously. I have no intention of ever racing again.