Rob likes to sing. At least, I assume that's what he was doing when this photo was taken. Maybe he just trod on a hedgehog. Or somebody dropped an icecube down his back. We may never know.
And so it begins... it's a calm day, the Kestrels are proceeding up the Ant to Barton Broad. Two of the boats (helmed carefully by Hannah and Daisy here) decide to join quanting forces. Two boats tied together, two quants. Nothing wrong with that...
As this makeshift raft reaches the Broad, another Wood boat is spied off to port, similarly quanting with the sails down. They seem to be getting nearer...
Suddenly, another Wood boat joins the first, forming a raft similar to our own. And still they come nearer...
And lo, a mighty flotilla was formed from the majority of the Kestrels fleet. And much was its hugeness, as it drifted across Barton Broad. But this was no mere meeting of boats for lunch, no. This... was the RAFT!
Decisions were quickly taken. An admiral and first officer were swiftly appointed, and orders were given. But how to propel our mighty raft across Barton? Rob and Ed quickly brandished their quantpoles and stood ready to double quant, while double quanting was similarly initiated on the other side of the raft. All engines, ahead full!
It's all a bit much for Matt Chuwalawalahulahoop, who passes out on deck from the sheer exhaustion of watching other people quanting. Bless.
Just to prove that there is actually sailing on Kestrels, the raft was eventually dismantled and once more the white sails of the magnificent Hunter's fleet were on display. Look at that. Doesn't it just make you want to sign up right now?
The commies practice some bizarre "I've got something in my eye" mime, while Robin and Neil also manage to avoid the camera. What's all that about then?
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