LBSC Go Wylde in the Minch


666 words from officially authorised cruise chronicler Robert White to be inserted here (goodness knows when) telling the story (as much as can be remembered) of the club's epic voyage up the Minch, and back down again, and then up again, and so on, with detailed analysis of books read vs ropes pulled.


In the meantime, here is a photo of our Vice Commodore mugging up on the Pilot Guide (to the Mating Habits and Rituals of Migratory Birds of the Nether Antilles). Note the state-of-the-art sailing brown trousers (when the **** hits the ***), Nike Two-tone Superslip deck shoes and the latest Man Overboard locator beacon on neck strap.


The strain of being at sea for so long took its toll. One of the ship's crew began the voyage as a man, and by time we docked, was almost fully tranformed into a hermaphodite Viking. Note ambiguous stance of LBSC member to the right, wondering if anyone would notice if he pinched his/her bum....