I arrived bang on schedule at 1PM to find Andy already in situ with his tent pitched in the small yacht club camping field. After a quick bite to eat, a cup of tea and offloading my canoe we set off for our first sail of the weekend. Initially we headed north to Pooley Bridge but I was feeling uneasy sailing my canoe without outriggers with a new mainsheet jammer fitted (I found myself close to capsize on a couple of occasions due to having accidentally cleated off the sheet).
We sailed back to UYC and I hastily fitted my outriggers before we set off sailing again (in the opposite direction this time). We followed the western shore of the lake southwards towards Howtown Bay.
When we got back Adrian was out sailing his ketch rigged canoe in the evening sunshine.
L-R, me, Adam, Joyce,Andy, Dave and Graham.
Walter and Joyce.
Later on the bar opened so we moved inside and chatted over some beers as more folks arrived.
On Saturday morning Keith (who was organising the meet) called the usual 10 AM meeting and safety brief at the lakeside.
I took advantage of the conditions to have a lie down for a while!
Dinner was provided courtesy of UYC and represented excellent value (and was very tasty as well) then it was back to the bar!
Sunday morning saw much improved sailing conditions and myself, Graham, Andy and Adam elected to try to reach the southern end of the lake. Initially there was a plan for a race to be organised for those who were inclined but with the stronger winds many of the others decided to join us in our quest to get as far south as we could.
It was nice to meet Craig (Seabeggar from Song Of The Paddle) and have a look at his Seadart canoe that he's only just finished adapting to sail.
After lunch myself, Jeff, Walter, Graham, Andy and Adam decided to push on to see if we could reach the end of the lake, everybody else turned for home.
As we set off again there were some fierce gusts and windshifts which made sailing very tricky (but very engaging).
By this time it was 4 PM and most of us had a fair drive home so we set off north back up the lake with the wind behind us. It was an exhilarating run downwind (and a little wild at times) but we made the return journey in only an hour!
Once we got back to UYC we packed up and said our farewells before starting the journey home.
There was always a danger that attending a meet that I'd enjoyed so much last year might have proved an anti-climax but the Lakes Classic 2012 lived up to expectations fully. The Scottish Summer meet at Tighnabruaich at the end of August is the next event I can attend and I'm looking forward already.
Here's the video footage I got of the weekend.