June Front Cover HISC during there Whitsun Open Meeting.
It was well supported and very well run, which we all take a bit for granted but with the number of quality helms on hand I suppose it should be.
In 1953 my mother finally managed to talk my father out of motorcycle racing. With a young family she was concerned about the dangers, so he decided to take up sailing. He brought a second hand Firefly with the idea of learning and then racing on the nearby Welsh Harp. Unfortunately there was a waiting list for new members, it was very over subscribed, how mad is that these days, but don’t forget there were no gravel pits. He started to look for an alternative club, fabricated a trailer and drove south, he had been recommended to look around the Chichester Harbour area. When they were virtually there mum spotted an RAC man in a layby, being members they thought he would be the best person to ask, assuming he was local, which he was. He directed them to what he described as the best place to sail on the South coast. They followed his directions over a wooded bridge onto Hayling Island, drove to the sea, turned left until the road stopped at a place called Sandy Point, which was aptly named.
From my perspective (66 years later) as someone who enjoys taking photographs it really is an amazing place!