Family Day 2009

A great series of events were planned for the Yorkshire Water Trophy Day, BBQ and Family day. The programme was as follows:

Tom writes: A big thank you to Sheila and Keith, Cris and Gill for catering arrangements though when Keith fired up the BBQ it played havoc with the breeze at the end of the morning race. Also a mammoth Cravenish thank you to Megaphone Meister Wade and his organisation of the events ably assisted by Sam in the patrol boat. Younger members seemed to have a great time and even the Silver Surfers (you know who you are) looked pretty pleased with themselves. There may yet be time to get Aquiddich accepted as the UK's new sport for the 2012 Limpics. Write to your MP.

Of course Aquiddich was the event of the day and gets its own special writeup below. We look forward to seeing all families again next year!

Aquiddich – the Writeup

Bludgers: Tom [Gandalf the] White Ian [Smiling Assassin] Smith Chris [the Merciless] Pascoe

Aquiddich Referee: Sam [McGonagall] Wade

Sam started his attack run dropping the quaffles along the line between 4 and 3. The Hind boat (not to miss a trick) performed a nifty hovering trick that Herbert Hoover would have been proud of… blasting along behind the patrol broom, leaving the devastated opposition to forage for the remaining titbits (an image of seagulls following trawlers springs to mind). Collecting the golden snitch would have undoubtedly sealed a win, however not to be outdone, team Kapur were also converging on the secret location. With the Hinds bearing down it looked a hopeless task, but in a daring manoeuvre the Kapur brothers boarded the black alb, knives between their teeth, fuses burning in their hair and proceeded to hack capt’n Hinds legs from beneath him, before hauling him overboard and leaving him to swim with the fishes*. Recovering the snitch and rejoining their boat, team Kapur set sail for that large chunk of Yorkshire Water floating metal hoping this could be used to hole Chris the Merciless through a series of back-to-back jybes and tacks designed to disorientate (in days gone by it would have been a beautiful siren..oh well). The rest of the field was hounded by Tom, who performed acrobatic leaps across the stern of his boat bludging like he had never bludged before. Barry and Dave were taking on water in the mirror and sliced the top off the quaffle to use as a bailer. Pete Cowling couldn’t get his salty seadog cap on straight, without which his wizardry deserted him. Ian showed signs of confusion by having boats in-front of him, a sight that he’s not used to, and foolishly took pity on teams with few bottles (or those with quaffles hidden in the voluminous caverns of the black alb, or under children).

The final hooter went. An early crossing of the line was vital. The crowds watched on in horror as the last few boats were ensnared in a vicious feeding frenzy. The scores were computed: team Kapur prevailed, followed closely by capt’n Hind with someone most definitely in third place.

* Oh yes ... an alternate explanation is that capt’n Hind rolled in backwards having forgotten to place his feet UNDER the toestrap ...could it be true ?