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Falmouth Harbour, Antigua:
April 27, 2012:
A feast for the eyes
“25 gallons of lobster bisque went in 45 minutes,” said the woman at the breakfast tent wearing an Antigua Classic Yacht Regatta shirt. It was the morning after the night before’s annual regatta “Sail Maine” event (sponsored by yachting interests from that state). Which explains why the lobsters – “100 pounds of them” – were big-clawed boys flown in from Maine, not their spiny Caribbean cousins. “And how much rum punch?” I asked. “Trade secret,” she replied, “but I’ll tell you we plan for 600 people – and 3 glasses per person. And it all disappeared.”
It was indeed a merry gathering. But it wasn’t just the free-flowing drinks and food that made for a happy crowd. The Classic regatta, which took place April 19–24 this year (okay, I’m a little behind on my posting; among other things, I blame in on the poor wifi in crowded Falmouth Harbour), is just plain fun for spectators as well as racers. It’s a boat gawker’s paradise.
Forget the quantity of rum punch – I’d like to know how many gallons of varnish got used in the weeks leading up to Classic. The boats gleam. The cleaning is meticulous. Walking the docks at the Antigua Yacht Club, we spotted someone cleaning a mainsheet block with a toothbrush; walking back the other way an hour later, we noted his toothbrush was still at work on the same block.
The belle of this year’s ball was Eilean, a 72-ft. William Fife III ketch built in 1936. (Even non-sailors – at least those of a certain generation – will know her: She starred in Duran Duran’s iconic music video, “Rio.”) Termite-ridden and rotting away, she was rescued from Antigua’s mangroves by Officine Panerai (the high-end Italian watchmaker, and title sponsor of the ACYR), carried to Italy, and completely restored. This regatta was her homecoming to this side of the Atlantic.
Steve and I had an up-close preview before the regatta. On the way to Antigua, we anchored for a night in Deshaies, Guadeloupe. Just at dusk, an incredible honey of a yacht glided into the anchorage, and even from a distance, her lines revealed her as a classic. Although Steve (a wizard at yacht IDs) suspected who she was, it was only the next morning, when the notoriously fickle Deshaies winds left us stern to stern with Eilean that we could read her discreet name on her tiny transom.
The boat that stole my heart, though, was Kate, a 60-ft. gaff-rigged yawl built by owner Philip Walwyn to a 1908 design. One of the regatta events that’s a joy for spectators is the parade of classics: After Sunday’s race, the yachts drop sail at the entrance to English Harbour and then, with their crew lining the deck, motor down one side of the harbour and up the other, to the cheers of the hundreds of people gathered on the quays. But Kate doesn’t have an engine. Walwyn paraded her through the supercrowded harbour under sail. A bravura performance, especially when 136-ft. Elena was coming through the narrow entrance as Kate tacked back out to anchor. The beauteous Elena graciously stood off, the beauteous Kate whipped smartly by. Sweet. Back to top
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Thanks for “the boat that stole my heart” piece, yours Philip at www.1906-TwelveMete.com