Memories of Thalassa:     Endeavouring to cook an enormous dish of macaroni cheese in a howling gale off Holyhead. It was like a mad rock and roll of both ingredients as both macaroni and cheese sauce simply refused to be joined together by a very irate cook in a galley to end all galleys!

    Its Dun Laoghaire harbour in the late ‘60’s. Thalassa is about to take part in a Holyhead- Arklow race. My husband James is crewing on another boat, but at the last moment it doesn’t sail because of lack of crew. The bold James decides to jump ship and to hop on board Thalassa instead, on which wife Ann is ships cook. One of Richard’s crew says to Richard “Launch coming alongside, Skipper” Foghorn Daly shouts out “Permission to come on board Sir” Richard takes one look, and utters the succinct words “No, not under any circumstances” – an extremely crestfallen Daly is carried away on the launch and is latter seen in the bar of the Royal St. George drowning his sorrows as he mutters not “some skipper” but “some wife” into his beer!
Ann Daly

    While diligently washing up, something fell to the floor and when scrabbling around, we found a loose plug and socket so helpfully we put them together. Next day at lunch a cry emanated from the galley – the cold box had been turned into an oven and all the cold food was cooked!
Oliver and Amanda Denniss

    In the last race Thalassa sailed with Alan Baker at the helm – bobstay parted and the bowprit broke in two and assumed an upright or erect position and in Force 8 Thalassa won the WMYC Town Cup!
Richard and Lucy Devitt

    Most anecdotes relate to the crew, especially Jeremy M-Lewis. I remember with great amusement the time that the little train from Dartmouth to Totnes stopped on a hill and J.M-L shouted out of a window “all change” and the passengers couldn’t understand why they had to get out which led to chaos all round.
Patrick and Melissa Disney

    One of my childhood memories of Thalassa was watching Alan Baker drop immaculate, white, muslin bags of coal into the stove. This has inspired us to wrap the charcoal for our boat’s stove in paper bags!
Lizzie Dumas

    Thank you Richard, for the many wonderful memories of sailing and camaraderie on board Thalassa, a unique privilege and pleasure to sail with our skipper. So many thanks for your kindness and generosity over the years.
Peter and Jane Edwards


    Beryl Baker, who did her first and only Ocean Race on Thalassa, was instructed on the way to Dinard that she must “cook cakes round the minkies,” in order to quality for the RORC. Sent below to the galley, she later popped her head up through the fore hatch and was surprised to find the crew washing in the nude!! (She said she made them some rather inedible rock cakes). Michael and Pipyn Evers

    With all due respect to my learned friend – that’s not a bowline either!
Guy Fetherstonhaugh

    Many, many thanks for all the wonderful sails and fun.
Syliva Forde

    The end of a summer cruise to Brittany often brings a wait for a window in the weather followed by a dash across the Channel. This was the case in late August 1988, or maybe ’89, when Thalassa shot out of the Chenal du Four like a cork out of a bottle and into a very wet NE Force 7. We were sparsely crewed, just the Skipper, Geoff (of the foul smelling pipe), Emma, my wife, Jane, and myself. The girls took to their bunks in the Master’s cabin and the rest of us took to short watches. BUT the master cabin skylight had not been closed properly so it leaked throughout the voyage and the girls lay under umbrellas. On arrival in Brixham after some 28 hours on the wind, the girls appeared, looking rather bedraggled, triggering the Skipper to exclaim “Oh, did you get wet – I am so sorry!”
Iain and Jane Galloway

    My most embarrassing moment on (or perhaps off!) Thalassa happened one beautiful day when we were anchored just off the Isle of Wight. I went for a lovely swim but when I tried to climb up the ladder Richard had put over the side for me, I just couldn’t get up it because there was a strong tide flowing and the ladder kept on slipping sideways. In the end with much laughter, I was hauled on board by several strong men and landed, I suspect, a bit like a beached whale! Amazingly Richard still invites me back to sail on Thalassa!
Jo Garcia