I wish I could pass on some fantastic news and say “see you at the club”. But alas I can’t, and we are now further into our new norm, “social distancing” and “self-isolation”. Words not even dreamt about a few months ago.
The sailing season regretfully is over, while we may be in hibernation at the club, there is still much happening. We have to prepare our club for the future by carefully managing the present. Your finance committee is working tirelessly behind the scenes to do just that.
We are currently in discussions with The Shire, our bank and our tenant Rob De Santis at The Rocks to navigate a course through this storm. I can’t thank Andrew Klose, Mark Nicholson, Stuart Gooley, and Michael White enough for their efforts to date. We are blessed to have men with their knowledge and passion for our club at our collective backs. The game changes almost on a daily basis and they are on the ball.
The office is still functioning, Sarah is still “on watch” and the bank account still accepts payments. Our next challenge is slipping day. The Club Captain, Rear Commodore and Vice Commodore are navigating our way through that. Skippers will be kept up to date. Thank you to the owners who have cleared their boats from the yard. Those who haven’t please ensure the gates are locked when you leave. A reminder, the clubrooms are “out of bounds”. Graham has given the place a top to bottom clean.
On a lighter note, we now have a fancy new lift. Ironically it’s locked up and no one can use it. Special thanks to Terrence and the guys from Southern Lifts for the seamless removal of the old lift and the refitting of the new one.
I am reminded of words from a Joni Mitchell song from the 70’s (Anyone under 50 years of age has probably never heard it).
“We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.”
“Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.”
Take care of each other, we will eventually “get ourselves back in the garden”.