Five Wardley’s yachts entered ‘Bass Pool’ to drop anchor, three lay there for the whole night.
Those that felt secure enough to trust their ground tackle all had big heavy hooks with plenty of chain, or had the modern delta type anchors that cut deep and efficiently into the sand and mud.
Those who relied on their Chart-plotter for a suitable location were punished severely by an ebbing tide, and were left embarrassingly high and dry. The moral here is don’t trust the men from the ministry and their new fangled electronic charts.
Those who sailed furthest into the pool dried out briefly until the tide returned.
Those on an imaginary line between the lighthouse and the castle brief elevated a few inches and settled again once the flood tide began.
Only those gently swinging at the outer margins of Bass Pool stayed afloat throughout.
Skippers with ladies aboard opted for the perceived greater safety of the large buoys closest to the pub.
Fifteen sailors and two Wardley’s dogs joined in the club event that took place overlooking ‘Bass Pool’ behind Piel castle. Everyone had a great time and later mingled with the other party goers on the island.
The night at anchor was quiet All those involved returned home safely the following day.
(above, our club secretary approaches the anchorage)
The first big event of 2019. Seven Wardleys Marine Yacht Club boats meet at the Ship Inn before heading up the coast to Ravenglass and beyond.
The weather was great with a soldier’s wind across Morecambe Bay. We all creamed across in double quick order. Some boat moored up, some anchored. All sailors made it the pub for drinks, followed by a slap up meal prepared by King Steven of Piel Island.
The flotilla is still on going as this post is being edited. It is currently at Kippford up in Scotland.
Please enjoy the photographs with fun captions. The photos speak for the themselves given the happiness writ large on our member’s faces.
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About five Wardley’s boat sailed over to Piel Island off Walney Island during the recent bank holiday weekend, some on differing days. Everyone reported having a great time and feeling exhilarated to be back on the open seas.
The weather was absolute great. The winds were fair and the sun was out for most of the time.
(Comments at work during the following week: ‘Now what exotic place did you fly off to during the bank holiday Simon’?).
The title photo above is a telephoto image, from the jetty, of Kyle 2 (Snapdragon 24) approaching the island. For all intents and purposes it looks like Andy Sargent is about to be gobbled-up by an angry orange monster, but rest assured, the windfarm service boat was some distance behind.
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(Note: all are hi-definition photos, so feel free to double-click on any to zoom in )
Later on that evening, we witnessed a late night rescue! The first we realize something was going on was when the RNLI station suddenly lit up like Piccadilly Circus, then the big boat came splashing down the long slip like a giant Log flume ride at Blackpool Pleasure Beach. The smaller inflatable rescue boat also was launched. Then for several hour we were treated to the spectacle of boats rushing up and down the channel with eye dazzling spotlights panning in all directions. At regular intervals, serious firework style rescue flares hissed up into the sky with a loud pop, lighting up the water below and creating a feeling excitement and trepidation. We learnt the following day that a tender had got loose from a moored yacht with no oars or outboard. The poor chap on board got whisked off into Morecambe Bay in the dead of night on a powerful tide. He/she must have been terrified.