April Regatta
by Gavin Turrell

It's April once again and time to race
dust down the spraydeck, pick up the pace.
We arrived there from all four parts,
eager to race, fire in our hearts.

The wind how it raged, hour by hour.
The only dry place would have been in the control tower. Tossed and
turned as we waited for the go. The horrendous conditions, definately
our foe.

Trying to turn the boat, what a nightmare.
Sideways on, stop if you dare.
And then you wonder, can it get worse.
Suddenly hail - is this place cursed ?

What a start to the racing season
but we will return; we have every reason.
To race, to win, to cross that line.
Come rain, hail or snow, we know we will be fine.