The Bourne End to Marlow Race in Champagne — Our First Self-Rigged A-Rater Race
There are sailing days when the wind howls, the river chops up, the spray flies, and everyone returns to the club with heroic stories of survival.
This was not one of those days.
This was a day of heat, haze, drifting, hope, the occasional teasing puff of wind, and three people in a Thames A-Rater trying very hard to look as if they knew exactly what they were doing.
It was also an important day for us. This was our first race in Champagne where we had rigged her ourselves, launched her, sorted ourselves out, and joined the start line as a proper racing boat rather than as a restoration project with sails.
That felt like progress.
A Very Hot Day on the River
The day was hot. Not just pleasantly warm, not just “remember to wear a hat” warm, but properly hot. The sort of heat where the river looks beautiful, the grass looks inviting, and the inside of the race box begins to resemble a greenhouse experiment.
The Officer of the Day reported that the temperature inside the box had reached 43.5°C, which is less like race management and more like slow roasting. Sensibly, the race team decided to organise the race from outside.
At that point, the weather had already made its first important tactical decision of the day: the humans would be overheating, and the wind would be underperforming.
The forecast suggested less than 5 mph of breeze, and for much of the race even that seemed optimistic. But Thames A-Raters are extraordinary boats. With their vast sail area, long elegant hulls, and almost unreasonable ability to move in light air, they should, in theory, be perfect for these conditions.
The phrase “in theory” was going to do quite a lot of work during the day.
Only Two A-Raters — But Plenty to Learn
Only two A-Raters entered the race.
The first was Carina, built in 1902, with Rater Captain Simon at the helm. A beautiful, historic boat, sailed by someone who clearly knew exactly how to persuade movement from almost no wind at all.
The second was Champagne, with Paul at the helm, our good friend Guy learning the mid-hand role, and me on the jib, still learning what to do and when to do it.
That is one of the things I am enjoying about Champagne. She is not just a boat to restore. She is a boat to learn from. Every time we take her out, she teaches us something new. Sometimes politely. Sometimes firmly. Occasionally with a silent but unmistakable suggestion that the crew might like to improve.
The Start — Crossing the Line Facing the Wrong Way
At the five-minute and four-minute klaxons, we were still on the bank.
This is rarely considered the ideal tactical position for a racing start.
However, we managed to get away and did cross the start line at about the right time. Unfortunately, we were facing the wrong direction.
It is good to be original, but perhaps not quite that original.
At almost exactly that moment, the wind where we were decided to disappear completely. Carina, by contrast, managed to cross the line in the correct direction and drift upstream using what little momentum she had.
By the time we had turned Champagne around, Carina already had around a 25-metre lead. In a strong breeze, that might not sound disastrous. In almost no wind at all, 25 metres can feel like the Solent.
The First Lesson — Jib Tension Matters
We were not moving well.
Adrian, an experienced Rater hand, was in the safety boat and came alongside. His advice was simple and very useful: increase the jib tension.
Not slightly.
A lot.
We tightened the jib properly, and the boat immediately felt better. It is one of those simple things that makes a huge difference, especially in a boat like an A-Rater. In light airs, the shape of the sail matters enormously. Too loose, and the sail does not drive properly. Too tight in the wrong conditions, and it can be overdone. But on this occasion, the change helped.
For me, this was a very practical lesson. On a large sailing dinghy, especially one with the sail area of a Thames A-Rater, the jib is not just a bit of cloth at the front. It is part of the engine. Get it wrong, and the boat feels sluggish. Get it closer to right, and suddenly the whole boat begins to respond.
I am still learning the jib. I am still learning what the sail should look like, how the tell-tales should behave, and how much adjustment is needed as the wind changes. But this race gave me a clear example of how important that role is.
Tacking in Almost No Wind
We began to tack up the river.
This sounds straightforward, but in very light airs tacking becomes a delicate operation. The boat needs enough speed to turn through the wind. The crew needs to move without disturbing the balance too much. The sails need to be handled smoothly. The helm needs to avoid oversteering. Everyone needs patience.
And then, just as the boat begins to move, the wind vanishes again.
Every now and again, a little puff of breeze arrived. When it did, Champagne came alive. The big sails filled, the boat gathered speed, and for a few seconds we had that wonderful feeling that she was doing exactly what she had been built to do.
Then the breeze would fade, and we would be back to coaxing, trimming, waiting, and trying to read the river.
Simon, in Carina, was doing this rather better than we were. Each time a puff came through, he seemed to use it a little more efficiently. Each time the boats slowed, he had gained another few metres. Skill in light wind is not dramatic, but it is very visible over time. He did not suddenly disappear. He simply extended his lead, quietly and steadily, one small gain at a time.
The Long River Race Effect
The Bourne End to Marlow race is not a quick sprint around a couple of buoys. It is a proper river race, with distance, bends, trees, shadows, changing wind angles, and plenty of moments where the boat in front appears, disappears, and then appears again in a completely different part of the river.
We kept seeing Carina and then losing sight of her around the bends.
That is one of the peculiar pleasures of river racing. Unlike open water, where you can often see the whole fleet, the Thames gives you little glimpses of the race. A sail appears beyond the trees. A mast moves behind moored boats. A boat ahead seems close, then unreachable, then close again.
It creates hope.
Sometimes false hope, but hope nevertheless.
Finding Better Wind at the Halfway Point
As we reached the halfway point, things improved. We found a little more wind.
It was not strong. It was not exciting. Nobody was hiking hard or shouting for more kicker. But it was more consistent, and that made a huge difference.
With steadier breeze, the boat became easier to sail. We could trim with more confidence, settle into a rhythm, and make proper progress down to the mark before turning back towards the club.
By then, Carina was out of sight. But the race was far from over for us, because another boat was close by.
Racing the OK Dinghy
One other boat was sailing the same race: Jenny in an OK dinghy.
She reached the halfway mark at nearly the same time as we did, and on the way back we found ourselves in a very enjoyable little contest. Jenny was often on the opposite tack, so our positions changed almost every time our paths crossed.
Sometimes we were just ahead. Sometimes she was just ahead. In the very light patches, the smaller OK could keep moving beautifully. When the wind did fill in, Champagne’s great sail area gave us just a little more speed.
This was one of the most enjoyable parts of the race. It was not just about chasing Carina, which by now was well ahead. It was about sailing the boat properly, keeping her moving, choosing the next tack, trimming the sails, and trying to make the most of every breath of wind.
And that is where racing becomes such a good teacher.
What We Learned
The result does not tell the whole story.
Yes, Carina beat us by around twenty minutes. But we completed the race. We rigged Champagne ourselves. We got her to the start. We got around the course. We improved during the race. We learned more about the jib, the balance of the boat, the importance of light-wind sail shape, and the huge value of experience.
A few practical lessons stood out.
First, preparation before the start matters. Being on the bank at the five-minute klaxon is not ideal.
Second, in light winds, small mistakes become large losses. A slow tack, poor sail shape, or wrong position on the river can cost far more than it would in a stronger breeze.
Third, the jib matters enormously. It is not a passive sail. It drives the boat, balances the rig, and helps the helm make the boat work.
Fourth, A-Raters reward skill. They have enormous potential, but they do not sail themselves. Simon’s performance in Carina showed exactly how much difference experience makes.
Finally, simply getting out there matters. You can read about A-Raters, restore them, polish them, varnish them, talk about them, photograph them and admire them from the bank. But the real learning happens when the boat is on the water, the klaxon has gone, and you suddenly realise you are pointing the wrong way on the start line.
A Step Forward for Champagne
For Champagne, this race felt like a milestone.
She is no longer just the boat we bought, the boat we are repairing, or the boat under the cover in the boat park. She is becoming our racing boat. We are beginning to understand her. Slowly. Imperfectly. With plenty of advice from people who know far more than we do.
That is one of the great strengths of sailing at a club like Upper Thames. There is history on the water, but there is also knowledge on the bank, in the safety boat, in the boat park, and in the people who have sailed these boats for years.
A Thames A-Rater is not the easiest boat to learn in. It is big, powerful, delicate, historic, technical, and slightly ridiculous in the best possible way. But that is also what makes it so rewarding.
Conclusion — Second Place, Twenty Minutes Behind, and Very Happy
We crossed the line in second place, around twenty minutes behind Carina.
On paper, that sounds like a large gap.
In reality, it felt like a success.
We had taken Champagne out for her first self-rigged race. We had made mistakes, corrected some of them, learned from others, and completed a long river race in very difficult light-wind conditions.
We had raced against a 1902 A-Rater sailed by an experienced Rater helm. We had duelled with an OK dinghy on the return leg. We had discovered that jib tension matters more than I had fully appreciated. We had learned that in almost no wind, patience is not optional.
Most importantly, we had taken another step from restoration project to racing boat.
And as we came back to the club, hot, tired, and a little wiser, I felt something very simple.
Champagne is going to teach us a great deal.
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