News: 15th June 2000 - You are never too young!!

Tom Phipps, 10 year old son of Brian Phipps, proves that age is no barrier to the high performance world of catamaran sailing.

Brian, co-owner of Windsport and son Tom, returned this year to the Dart Nationals to defend their title.  This year, however, consistently strong breezes favoured the heavier teams and they eventually finished a very creditable 9^th overall. 

Tom, an experienced Optimist sailor, made the move to Catamarans look easy.  Of course, he benefits from dad Brian’s years as international sailor and now, the RYA National Youth Multihull Coach.  Just as the Cat Clinic, part of Windsport, benefits from this wealth of experience, offering top-class tuition to people of all ages and levels of experience.

If you would like to know more, please telephone Brian on 01326 376191.

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News: 24th March 2000 - Windsport International Coaching

Windsport International’s coaching skills continue to expand around the World with trainers involved in working at all levels of sail training and coaching.

 Brian Phipps, who heads the team, is busy dealing with a number of new projects for this year, building programmes that will deliver training to the level required by their international customers.  Any Club, Association or governing body involved in sail training and requiring the additional input of expertise on the ground, might wish to give Brian a call brian.phipps@windsport.co.uk

  Youth Multihull Sailing

Brian Phipps, a key member of the Windsport International team has been appointed as the British, Royal Yachting Association (RYA) National Youth Multihull Coach.  Alongside his creative and exciting programme for the Windsport International Coaching team he will be supplying expertise to the British Catamaran Youth team, who have their sights set on World Championship success.  The project has a comprehensive series of events and training at National and International level, identifying potential talented sailors and steering them through to International success.  The programme is just part of the RYA’s world class initiative that was launched at the start of the year 2000, a clear pathway to the future success of British sailors.  For further information contact brian.phipps@windsport.co.uk

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News: 24 March 2000 - Windsport In Malawi, Southern Africa 

Last year, a Windsport International race team took part in the largest freshwater Catamaran Race in the World.  500 km of high performance sailing down the Lake of Malawi.  The good news was that they won the event and plan to return this year and defend their title. 

 The team also has information for anyone else that is keen to participate in an African sailing adventure, ten days of high performance sailing alongside magnificent scenery and African culture.  For more information email Brian Phipps brian.phipps@windsport.co.uk who will put you in touch with the organisers.  The dates are 4-18 July, boats are available for charter and non-sailors, as ground crew, are welcome. 

For more information read Brian’s article on the’99 Malawi event.

THE MALAWI 500 ’99

Is it a race?

Is it an adventure?

Is it a regatta?

No, its an African "Sailing Adventure!!"

The Malawi 500 sailing marathon is something very special, whatever I write here will never do justice to its uniqueness, the adventure and friendship created by this event. The word marathon is perfect, the first step is to survive!

In the Autumn of ’98 I was running a coaching session in Hong Kong for a fleet of enthusiastic catamaran sailors. The programme was running well and amongst the many debriefs and intense technical conversations we got onto the subject of long distance sailing events. Ian McCloud, a catamaran enthusiast, started to talk about an event like no other, it took place on a lake in Malawi , 500km of downwind sailing in a country of which I had little knowledge, a true African Adventure, an experience never to forget. At that point, I vowed that should I ever get the chance I would do that Marathon.

In early ’99 an article in a local British sailing magazine gave some basic details of the Malawi 500 and invited interested persons to find out more. After a series of conversations with John Douglas of the Malawi tourist board, a person of great determination, myself and Tim Swinburn a fellow catamaran sailor were invited courtesy of British Airways Malawi who sponsored our flights, Malawi Airlines who who airfreighted the boat and Protea Hotels who sponsored our accommodation, when we were not sleeping under the stars. The marathon was to receive further publicity through Carlton TV who, sponsored by Xerox, sent a team out to film the event and our European challenge from start to finish for viewing later in the year.

With a Dart Hawk catamaran (one of the current formula 18 racing craft) carefully boxed for shipment, Tim, myself and the film crew flew out of Gatwick on the early evening flight arriving at Lilongwe, the capital of Malawi, first thing in the morning to be met by the Protea representative who was to act as our ground support for the event, Jim Bowen.

Fuelled with a cool box of greens (local name for beers) and with the film equipment safely packed we headed off across country on a three hour drive to the lake. After the initial tarmac roads on the outskirts of the city we were soon bouncing over broken roads with huge ruts, swirling dust and local families carrying on their daily routine. Malawi is a poor country, relying on vast amounts of World Aid to help in its development. The people are proud, friendly and happy to just talk, yet we felt, initially a little threatened by this sudden change in culture. On arrival at the Lake we were booked into one of the Protea Hotels lakeshore facilities Nkopola Lodge, a mixture of Western services in an African setting. The evening was spent meeting other competitors, experiencing the local tipple, greens or MGT (Malawi Gin & Tonic) and getting to grips with our new surroundings, mosquito nets, mosquito creams and long sleeve shirts (as recommended for evening dress). 7 am the following morning, we were searching for our boat which had reportedly arrived on a trailer along with a container of boats from South Africa. We were relieved to see it all waiting for us near the beach, and set about the job of re-construction along with careful detailing of each piece of equipment for the hundreds of sailing kilometres ahead. We finished the job at about 2pm spurred on by greens, and bottled water and rigged ready to launch. We were one of two F18 catamarans entered, the other being the Hobie Tiger AGE transport sailed by Alex and Rob. Much of the fleet was made up of Dart 18s with and without gennakers, Hobie 16 and the odd Hobie 17, 23 boats in all. From the shady bar at the Lodge, we knew watching eyes would be assessing our progress as we slid into the water and wound the boat up in a force four breeze. With the shakedown sail successful we retired to the bar to plan our strategy for the event. The following morning we felt relaxed and ready to sail to the sponsored starting point, Club Makokola, with all the other competing boats. On the way, each and every boat was obliged to carry out a full capsize inversion as a safety check. Disaster struck, what should have been a straightforward exercise became a nightmare. Within seconds it was very obvious the mast was leaking and come hell or high water we were not going to right the boat unaided. With the help of a RIB and probably 2200kg of South African lard, courtesy of the rescue boat crew, we managed to right the thing and limp into the beach tail between our legs and a lot of work to do before nightfall. On careful inspection, some of the lower mast rivets had pulled so with the aid of sealant and a rivet gun late into the evening we were back in business.

The opening of the marathon was officiated by the sponsors and minister of tourism washed down with complimentary greens and copious MGT. After a late night skippers briefing, ration packs and water were issued to each crew, along with the morning start time 7am. The latter proved a bit of a shock first time round but this style of format became the norm and by the end of the event a magical part of our day.

Leg One - Club Makokola to Cape McLean

Up by 5am we were quickly packed, leaving our kit with the ground support, as we headed for breakfast and the boat. The sun was rising, a scene we were to experience for another 10 days, the colour a pungent orange, as thin clouds got chased away by the suns heat. The Race Officers first choice, was a beach start, with boats lined up ready to go. With the wind cross shore, we lined up alongside the local expert Rory Park-Ross sailing the Dart 18 "Gti Marine". A push off from the beach and the gennaker set soon had us humming down wind in a confused sea with a constant eye on our GPS.

Each leg of the race had one or more gate positions which we were obliged to pass through and on Leg One it meant passing between the mainland and an island - keeping clear of the hippos close inshore. The sail was exhilerating and we soon felt very satisfied as we left the slower boat far behind over the horizon. Our biggest competition the Hobie Tiger, suffered an unfortunate capsize in the early stage - leaving us line honours as we neared the narrow entrance to a beautiful bay at Cape Maclear. Carefully negotiating the entrance (and it was narrow) with submerged rocks, we cruised the beach looking for the overnight stop, the time 9.30am, the distance covered about 30 miles. Our impressive speed had beaten the ground crews who had to negotiate rough roads to reach the venue before laying on soup for lunch and evening meal. To our surprise within 30 minutes of our arrival the majority of the boats had finished in a steady wind and we were concerned our time difference was insufficient to win the leg after handicap adjustment. The late morning and afternoon was spent enjoying the beautiful bay, chatting with the local children and families who had turned out en-mass to welcome the fleet. The flavour of this sailing event started to creep into our bones, the "fat boys" in the Ford sponsored Dart 18 gave us an impressive demonstration of sailing humour Malawi style and the rescue boat crewed by three South Africans who had towed their boat for three days to reach the event demonstrated the art of drawn out bar sessions late into the night. The evening skippers briefing confirmed our fears, standard Dart 18 had beaten us by 30 seconds and the Dart 18 with gennaker was minutes behind, the only solution was to sail faster!!

Leg Two - Cape McClean to Livingstonia Beach Hotel

It is 5am and still dark, cool, shorts and jumper required. The tent packed away and ablutions completed in relatively primitive facilities we head for breakfast, a help yourself affair prepared by the ground crew. The sun rose on another beautiful day and with boats ready to launch the race officer confirmed another beach start with an offshore wind. Looking around we decided to go left of the first island along with the Caltex Dart 18 sponsored boat. The decision was a disaster and having sailed downwind for all we were worth for an hour we met the leaders of the group that went to the right of the island just before the two offshore islands that made up the first gate. The pressure was on and we battled away arriving on the beach at Livingstonia a mere 9 minutes in front of the Hobie Tiger and only 12 minutes in front of the first Dart 18 with gennaker. Not enough on corrected time with two boats in front of us on handicap. Livingstonia Beach has a hotel that dates back to the Colonial area and a style and tranquility that is reminiscent of that period. As guests of Protea, we were fortunate to be accommodated in one of their luxury appartments, built in traditional style and superbly fitted out. The leg was not without drama, great surfing conditions, a cracked beam on one of the Hobies and a rigging failure on one of the boat as it surfed up the beach. The rest of the day was spent checking our boats, talking with the local children, reading a book until the instant darkness at 6pm. Of the four venues we had visited, three locations had a mixture of quality hotel accommodation and backpackers paradise, naively we thought this would be the trend for the rest of the event, how naive you can be!!

Leg Three - Livingstonia Beach to Sani Resort

Breakfast as usual - but the wind had freshened to a solid force 5 - creating a pounding surf on the beach. The race officer decided an on water start off the beach was prudent and we were briefed accordingly. Leaving the beach caused some entertainment, a number of boats capsized in the surf, being recovered by helping hands, righted and sent back out. For us, we negotiated the surf alright but somehow got confused on the start sequence. In the UK you start when the flags are lowered, on the marathon it is when they are raised, and that did for us. Having started a full minute early we realised our mistake and sailed back to the start line only to meet the fleet going the other way. This was one of the longest legs, 40 miles in a straight line, and probably 70 or 80 miles zig zagging downwind. The British Bulldog approach came to the fore and we powered our way through the fleet with a vengeance, sweeping through the two gates well ahead of the fleet and finishing some 40 minutes ahead of our direct rival the Hobie Tiger. I can’t recall what time we finished, about 11.30 I think, but by 12.30 the wind had suddenly died to a mere whisper with the slower boats left to crawl their way to the finish. We had been warned this could happen and from a results point of view, this helped our position considerably, as the slower boats hit the beach one, two, three, four hours behind us. On the first leg we had wondered what all the water and ration packs were about, as we had finished so early in the day, now we knew what could really happen. Over our VHF radio we could hear individual boats calling up the rescue craft for refreshments, coke, greens, water etc and when they had run out of time the inevitable tow. We felt a little guilty of our advantage in boat speed and the benefit it could have on our overall position but this is the marathon and anything could happen over the next few days. Accommodation was tent style, the bar set on a promontory of rocks jutting out into the lake, facilities basic but adequate. Sleeping came easily and at the skippers meeting it was confirmed we had, by a quirk of fate, openened up a sizeable time lead in the overall results.

Leg Four - Sani Resort to Dwangwa

Minced meat and onions for breakfast along with locally made bread, just a bit different from the usual set-up at home! So far, touch wood, my stomach seems to be fine but I am being careful drinking only bottled water and eating preferably cooked food.

The beach start went without incident and we settled down to a 30 mile sail in a force 3 breeze. The Hobie Tiger was going well and we battled together over the whole course with the Hobie taking beach honours by a few minutes. The sail went almost without incident, apart from mistaking local fishermen in dugout canoes for the gate marker boat and my camera with all the pictures I had taken so far being washed over the side by a rogue wave and lost, sad but true.

We arrived at the beach by 11am with the slower boats taking most of the day to cover the same distance. The format for the wind pattern seemed set, wind in the morning, dropping in the afternoon and if this was the case, faster boats who could finish earlier in the day would always have the advantage. But this is the marathon and anything can happen. The overnight stop is camping or basic chalets, sponsored by the local sugar cane company. Another evening of around the fire talking and relaxing was made easier in the knowledge that the following day was a day off, time to repair and sunbathe. By now we were down to 22 boats, one of the boats beyond repair and a non-finisher.

Lay Day

Once you are in the habit its difficult to stop and at 5 am I was awake and ready to go. OK, I can snooze for half an hour but then I have to get up, so breakfast at 6.30 am was just acceptable. The sun rose over a perfectly flat sea, hence the proposed morning of round the cans racing for the benefit of the cameras was cancelled. An hour later, the wind was in, force 4 and steady, out we went for some great sailing just off the beach with camera crews zooming in on every piece of sailing drama.

In the afternoon the mandatory marathon golf tournament was arranged at the sugar companies private golf course. The UK team may know how to sail but when it comes to golf followed by snooker we demonstrated a sad lack of expertise, even with our massive personal handicap we were particularly grateful for the spotters on either side of the fairways!!!

Leg 5 - Dwangwa Point to Makuzi Beach

A good breeze and a flat sea set the scene as we launched encouraging some "wild thing" sailing as we continued downwind. An hour later, and with the sea building the skills of riding the rolling swell which swept us downwind became more important. Two and a half hours later having cut across a huge bay we landed on a beautiful secluded beach tucked inside the protection of a rocky point and an offshore island. Minutes later the Hobie Tiger followed us in and the rest of fleet finishing closely behind in a building wind. The rescue team did a great job towing a couple of boats that had lost their masts somewhere along the coast and the afternoon panned out like most others, relaxing, talking and sharing our experience. Chores are all part of lifes richness and today was washing day for me as I had used up my quota of clean clothes. Camping on a raised area of grass, looking down on the beach and the boats I spent the early evening sitting on a locally carved seat, the equivalent of a Brighton deckchair, reading a book until the sun went down. The evenings results showed some close racing on handicap with the UK team taking handicap honours by under 2 minutes from the standard Dart 18.

Leg 6 - Makuzi Beach to Chikali Beach

The quieteness of the morning coupled with the birds dawn chorus never went unnoticed along

with their ability to sing a different tune at each stopover location. Limited access on the beach forced an onwater start between the offshore island and a rescue boat, a running start with the gennaker set. The leg proved to be quite a challenge for some boats with a sizeable swell compounded by a breaking wave causing your boat to accelerate into the wave in front. The wind held steady for the whole day and the finishing positions of the fleet on handicap gave the Darts the overall win on what was the shortest leg of the course. Other casualties of the day was a Hobie 16 which needed to be beached somewhere along the coast to be retrieved by an overland support team at a later date and the Hobie Tiger which went for a swim bending its rudder pintles and having to be towed in highlighting the comment "the marathon is never over until the last beach of the last leg".

 The afternoon gave us the opportunity to visit a rubber plantation complete with factory and processing plant. Apart from the pungent smell associated with the product the skill of the tree surgeons and the technical process was fascination, the final result being a huge block of pure rubber ready for dispatch. The other opportunity was to visit a vibrant nearby fishing village with the hustle and bustle of local shopping. Meandering around the open marketplace, everything conceivable was for sale, displayed on slabs of wood, laid out rugs and the odd coatrail.

Some interim details

The marathon has been running for 10 years in which time there have been many stories of heroism and drama. Boats have been lost, crews have found themselves far from the next stopover point, teams have fallen out and future marriages initiated. On some occasions, the whole fleet has been towed due to lack of wind, reaching each stopover point is imperative as the whole support programme and organisation rolls on whatever the conditions. Yet no-one has drowned or been seriously injured, a tribute to the support teams and seamanship of the sailors. Everyone would do it again given half the chance and I am starting to understand why.

Given the difficulties of running an event like this in a small and developing country, just supplying sufficient fuel for the rescue boats and getting to the shore is a logistical nightmare and one that the Caltex oil crew who supplied all the fuel and more, achieved outstandingly through their groundcrew Stan and Sam.

Leg 7 - Chikali Beach to Ruawe Beach

 Before I start this leg, I want to say that Ruawe Bay is a very special place and a very special experience.

 We agreed with the film crew to carry a camera in a waterproof housing on this leg of the course. The plan was to run the camera as we sailed down the leg picking up our conversation, decision making and the general feel of onboard activity. Issued with double rations for two days and told to pack a bag for an overnight stop without ground support we launched for a water start between the headland and a support boat. At the start, we had a reaching wind blowing offshore, very trapezeable and for the first time we could stretch our legs off the side of the boat. With the gennaker up, we shot out of the start and creamed away at full stretch hoping to look impressive. For the first 45 minutes we ate kilometers and feeling pretty confident fired up the camera and proceeded to film accordingly. With this job done we thought the waterproof bags holding our kit looked a bit insecure on the trampoline and I went in to check the situation. Disaster struck, a moments loss in concentration and we were flying through the air in the process of a catamaran cartwheel. Emergency actions could not save the day and we gracefully capsized the boat turning it turned upside down. Memories of the 220 kg of South African support came flooding back plus the thought that our overall lead would be dashed if our efforts to right the boat failed. The boat reacted perfectly, within minutes it was on its side ready to be righted unaided. We had suffered some damage, battens in the sail had broken, the camera housing was not as waterproof as first thought, our overnight bags were left hanging by their lashings.

 By the time we had righted the boat and got underway, the rest of the sailing fleet had caught us up, with some ahead and a variety of cryptic comments on the "brits" sailing ability were heard floating across the water.

 An hour later, the wind died to nothing and we were drifting looking for breeze, chasing zephyrs. Again the fleet closed up as the wind filled in from behind and the last half hour of the race saw nearly all the fleet together. We finished at the mouth of Ruawe Bay with line honours going to ourselves but seconds behind came most of the fleet, our handicap advantage had been severely dented.

 We sailed into a beautiful bay, with crystal clear water and a fishing hamlet untouched by Western trappings, no roads, no electricity and water straight from a river that flowed through a gorge and cascaded into the lake over a refreshing waterfall. The place was idyllic, a touch of harmony and tranquility. The children ran down to meet the boats, their eyes wide with expectation. As we pulled up onto the sand, small groups clustered around a little nervous of these seaborne intruders. In reality the village sees Europeans maybe only once a year when the marathon passes through and the younger children were nervous while the older children were keen to practice their school taught English. The chief of the village made us most welcome and our stay at this very special place and moment in time is one of the most rewarding experiences of the whole trip. Our broken battens were repaired with wood whittled from the local forest by one of the village craftsman and the evening was spent in fireside entertainment, each crew holding court by doing a skit of some sort.

 I am not sure if my singing and dancing went down that well as entertainment but from the comfort of my bed, on the trampoline of our boat with my mozzie net draped around me I absorbed the lake of stars above as I drifted into a sea of slumber.

Leg 8 - Ruawe Beach to Namiashi Beach

The day dawned like every other day, perfect, although I felt a little the worse for wear, and breakfast was not on the menu. We beach started at 7 am for the final leg and the light wind greeted us as we ghosted away from our overnight stop. A decision had to be made, should we stay close to the coast and hope for wind from the mountains or should we head out to sea and look for more wind in the middle of the lake. The leg was a long one and the wind soon changed to give us the first upwind sail of the event. Progress was painfully slow, our decision to sail up the middle did not look good and the boats that sailed well out to sea did much better. A huge cloud of lakeflies could be seen some distance on and we had been warned to keep clear of them as their size, smaller than the holes in a mosquito net could get into every orifice, a horrible thought. We struggled on desperately trying to reach the first gate before the agreed cutoff time. We crossed paths with the Chishungo sponsored Dart 18 numerous times. Chishungo is a cult product in Malawi promoting safe sex and the team wore all the cult clothing of shorts, t shirts, hat and sun glasses to go with it. By 2pm we knew even the Hobie Tiger that had headed out to sea with best success was not going to make the gate, arriving some 30 minutes too late. Still we carried on just in case the rules had changed overnight and to our right and out to sea we saw what looked like a waterspout bending up into the sky. On shore this was later confirmed by other crews as its path crossed with the crowd of lake flies spinning them high into the sky like a dirty, wobbly snake. No sooner had we all failed to reach the gate than the wind picked up from the opposite direction and we streaked off downwind arriving at the finishing beach at full bore. Within 30 minutes everyone was on the beach, a long day from 7 am to 4.30 pm no time to waste and with darkness at 6 pm, immediately there was a rush to disassemble boats, load on to trailers and into containers.

The Trip Back

 By 6pm everyone was exhausted and the tension of the marathon was released by a deep nights sleep. By 6am the following morning everyone was up helping to finish the loading. Our boat was re-boxed for airfreighting, other craft were double stacked on trailers or in the container. The team spirit continued with everyone pitching in to do what ever was necessary. The ground crew checked everyone had a lift back to the prize giving, squeezing every team member into every conceivable vehicle space. The trip back to the capital took us up over the mountains away from the lake giving superb panoramic views, promoting the wide variation in landscape and vegetation, this country can offer. Protea Hotels kindly offered accommodation for all participants and the seven hour trip back was washed away by the swimming pool and comfortable beds of The Capital Hotel. The prize giving included everyone even the two boats that had failed to complete the final stages. All the sponsors were present as was the Minister of Tourism. With the last leg abandoned we had won the event, something to be proud of. But the marathon is a fickle thing anything could and did happen over those 8 days and whilst winning was a bonus, surviving was far more rewarding.

Thanks

Our thanks must go to our major sponsors, British Airways Malawi, Protea Hotels, Xerox and Caltex Oil. Many other sponsors also contributed significantly to the event, both in time, equipment and money, the list is below.

It was with a happy but sorry heart we left Malawi for our trip home, determined to return and take part again.

In the year 2000, I would like to return with my family, sailing the event with my son. We hope to generate enough European interest to ship out a container boats and an enthusiastic team to enjoy this unique sailing marathon. Our thanks goes to everyone who worked hard to make this event happen secure in the knowledge that the organisers and sponsors have a very special event in a very special country.

Brian Phipps

Windsport International

 Brian Phipps is an international catamaran sailor and coach. He is based in the UK and heads a sail training company Windsport International. More recently he participated, with his 10 year old son, in the Dart 18 national championships winning the event. He has considerable knowledge of performance catamarans, training, coaching and racing. His experience of the event is reflected above.

 To contact him with reference to this event:

Tel: + 44 (1) 326 376191

Fax: + 44 (1) 326 376192

Email:  brian.phipps@windsport.co.uk

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NEWS: 23rd March 2000 - Have you mastered the basics of sailing?

 Aimed at adults who want to explore some of the more specialist aspects of sailing, Windsport have put together a programme that runs throughout Summer 2000 and offer a variety of Catamaran and Dinghy courses.  See below for a sample of courses from this programme:-

May 8^th – 12^th Asymmetric training

May 15^th – 19^th Intermediate Cat Clinic

June 5^th – 9^th Single-handed race training

June 19^th – 23^rd Asymmetric training

September 4^th – 8^th Beginner Cat Clinic

 For further information on any courses available at Windsport please call 01326 376191.

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NEWS: 17th March 2000 - Each year the entire fleet of sailing boats is renewed at the Windsport UK venue.

March is always an exciting time as this is when all the new boats arrive.  This year, the Windsport centre will have virtually every boat in the Laser and Dart range, plus a wide selection of dinghies from Racing Sailboats, Topper and more catamarans from Hobie.

If you would like to sail a brand new boat, or just believe high quality equipment essential for quality training please telephone Windsport UK on 01326 376191.

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NEWS: 17th February 2000 - Young Sailor be aware, half term performance sailing courses.

 During the school half-term week and Easter break Windsport will be running their special Youth and Performance courses.

 These five day courses give you the chance to get out and try Catamaran Sailing, High Performance Dinghies and Single Handed Racing.

 The course is open to present sailors who want to try the newest boats on the market and find out all the tricks and tips that make it all look easy.

 Trapezing, Asymmetric Spinnakers, Catamarans – we have it all and this course is to get you out there doing it.

 Telephone Windsport on 01326 376191 or email falmouth@windsport.co.uk

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NEWS: 17 February 2000 -Weekends away for parties and groups; from Cat Sailing to Land Yachting; includes accommodation etc.

Over the last four years Windsport has been doing more and more adventurous weekends away.

 Accommodation, travel and activities are all included – all you need to worry about is how much fun you want to have.  With a wide range of activities from Catamaran sailing to Land Yachting, Windsports adventurous weekends will get your adrenaline flowing.

 We work with many local hotels, bed and breakfasts and self-catering accommodation, just describe what you are looking for and we will try to find it.

 Why not have a look through our options for activities and call us to discuss your weekend away.

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NEWS: 30th January 2000 - Windsport launches brand new web-site! It's been time in development, but Windsports' new web-site is now ready!

Windsport have a tradition of excellence, and of being the first to adopt new ideas and techniques. We're proud to say this applies both on and of the water! Our new web site outlines our range of activities, and let's you know what Windsport stands for. We've provided details on activities from our renowned cat clinic, to our land yatching programmes. We've also tried to tell you why we think you would enjoy them. Our new Gallery section contains a range of images for you to browse, and get a "taste of the action." We hope you find it informative and exciting. As well as information about all our activities, we offer a complete listing of how to get in touch with the team.

We believe the best way we can meet your needs is to discuss them directly with you! Once you've got the flavour of our activities, why not give us a call? We're certain you won't have reason to regret it.

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