A new era, a new dawn a new Commodore. After years waiting in the wings, Donald Buchanan finally took his rightful seat at the top table. As the old commodore was bundled unceremoniously out of the door in a sack, The Donald wasted no time in asserting his authority. "We are going to build a wall, a big, beautiful wall," he cried. And lo, outside the window there was indeed a wall being built even as the last items on the agenda were being discussed. At the time extending no more than a few hundred metres to seaward, the plan (subject to funding) will be to enclose the entire loch to keep out unwanted migrants from the South.
Over a pint of Dark and Stormy Daniels later at The Royal, our new leader laid out his vision for the future of the club in which he has been a member for nigh on 60 years. The full extent of that vision will be published in these pages before too long.
The first clue to what we can look forward to was a convivial evening of quizzery at which our new Commodore dazzled with his inventiveness. 2018 promises to be a year of fun and frivolity, with some sailing thrown in here and there.
Donald: The (Royal) Loch Broom Sailing Club salutes you.