Hello sailor !

Funny what you turn up sorting through the junk in the loft (I think that will be the attic for our US readers). These photos are of old rugby club chums Tony (Orville) Greenwood, Geoff (Bubbles) Burgess & I on a sailing weekend out of Southampton. We think it was back in May 1995.

Both Tony & Geoff became keen sailors, both gaining Royal Yachting Assoc. qualifications as Coastal Skipper & Yacht Master. Orville is still believed to wear bell bottoms, but seldom goes near water these days, Bubbles is still a regular old "salt", crewing in the Fastnet race last year & regularly "splicing the main brace"

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