“Talking Sailing” From My Archives. Frank Robb Meets His Waterloo • • •

By Richard Crockett

Let’s end the week with a little light relief!

This well crafted and wonderfully penned humorous piece on going to the “heads” aboard ship will answer the many questions landlubbers and those new to our sport often enquire about. Enjoy!

Frank Robb opens the subject as follows: “Yachts spell Romance. Escape. The freedom of the seas. The lure of the fragrant Spice Island. Perfume of frangipane blossoms wafted across tropical water from fabled atolls. Scented lei-leis of exotic flower draped about grass-skirled Hawaiian beauties.

“Ah! – the witching call of Nature!

“With that beautiful preamble off my chest, we now descend to a lower anatomical level and consider this witching call of Nature at rock-bottom (if that’s the term I want- and l think it is).

“Because when Nature calls you gotta go. And when you gotta go you gotta have some place to go to. And in small sea-going craft this involves design problems that are fundamental – in more senses than one.”

READ IT ALL HERE: 1966 07 – SA Yachting – pgs 44-45-46