Donald MacQueen Street Jnr of Glandore and the Caribbean and formerly New York has gone from among us after an extraordinary life of nearly 94 years, in which he experienced a sometimes picaresque existence. Throughout it, he significantly encouraged, instructed, and influenced sailing people on both sides of the Atlantic and across all oceans to such a respected extent that he was inducted into America’s National Sailing Hall of Fame while still active afloat.

He was a one-man universe at such a level that he successfully lived with the contradiction of his total rejection of his banking family’s assumption that he would follow their traditional career path into what he disdained as “the canyons of New York”. For in his prime at a well-advanced age, he was running a miniature conglomerate involved in sail charter, nautical journalism, ocean sailing instruction, cruising guides and their on-site research by sea, with chart publication and correction to such a high level that he was consulted by the Hydrographer of the Royal Navy.

Additionally, “Street Inc” provided insurance consultancy and brokerage with sail and rig design and manufacture plus many other activities, each of which on its own might have fully pre-occupied a more ordinary man.

The magic scene observed at Street level - Iolaire racing with the Street family (in three generations) and friends at Antigua Week 1990

COMPLEX BUSINESS CONGLOMERATE

Whatever he was, “ordinary” he was not. For Don achieved his success and ran his complex business not from a suite of offices in the canyons of New York, but rather from the deck of a cruising boat – usually in the Caribbean - or from Rock Cottage in Glandore in southwest Cork County. He could do this thanks to his lifelong and infectious enthusiasm for boats and sailing, which attracted a diverse group of family, friends, colleagues and strategically-based business associates who enabled him to keep this sometimes unlikely show on the road.

For although his father was blue-blood New York finance, he increasingly put the emphasis on his mother’s Irish descent with a sea-faring heritage. So although the family - like many similar – spent their summers at choice New England coastal locations, he avoided his father’s plans to make him a tennis star (please be serious) by messing about with small rowing boats from the age of six or so, though later he was to lament the fact that he “started sailing late, at about the age of 12” .

Don Street feels he always wanted to be a yacht designer, but he went on to a non-nautical university in Washington DC where he eventually graduated, majoring in American History. Yet from the time I first met him more than fifty years ago, we never had a conversation that brought in anything whatsoever about American history, as his only reminiscing about university was of forming the college sailing team with two friends to be the other helms, and generally having the time of his life with small boats.

SUBMARINE SERVICE

But university had been interrupted by the Korean War, and somehow this meant that on joining the US Navy, in order to be near anything to do with the sea Don had to get himself into submarines in the first of his many interactions with officialdom’s unerring ability to try and fit a square peg into a round hole.

Don Street at Glandore Summer School 2014 with his son Richard as they discuss his Korean War experiences – between them is a model of “The Beast”, the submarine on which he served. Photo: W M Nixon

Initially, this involved the threat of a long course in diesel engines, their maintenance and functioning. The young Street was so thrawn that subsequently when he acquired a yacht with a temperamental to non-functional auxiliary, he ignored its existence such that in time it had become so useless he lifted it out, using the main-boom as a crane, and lowered it over the side to become the basis of a mooring.

Despite his apparently difficult relations with service life, he left the navy at officer grade, yet at something of a loose end. But real life intervened after going back to university and finishing his degree. Having turned his back on the banking life to cause some family acrimony, he took up the only available option, which was the offer in 1954 of a paid crewing job on New York shipping magnate Sumner “Huey” Long’s new yawl Ondine, a 1953-built 53ft yawl designed and built by Abeking & Rasmussen of Hamburg in Germany.

Anyone who ever had dealings with Huey Long (1921-2011) and his increasingly large ocean racing yachts will have given a wry smile at that mention of a “paid crewing job”. Indeed, it may be from observing the behaviour of this tight-fisted glacially-paying billionaire that Don learned his own approach to cash management, whereby he severely controlled and curtailed any casual movement of coinage.

One of the side-benefits for Don of sailing with Huey Long was that this hugely ambitious owner-skipper ensured that he had talents like the America’s Cup legend Arthur Knapp on board to dispense unrivalled knowledge in practical situations

Be that as it may, things seemed good at first - when Ondine’s professional skipper was fired, Don was promoted to the role, albeit without any increase in pay. This gave him a chance to be learning in jig time from the superstars such as America’s Cup legend Arthur Knapp whom Long enticed on board to up his game in 1954, before the focus moved across the Atlantic for the 1955 Fastnet race.

PENNILESS IN COWES

On re-joining the Ondine setup in Cowes, Don had yet to be paid anything at all that year – crew rates or skipper – when it became apparent that Long had done a vanishing act with his latest girl-friend to the luxury of Claridge’s hotel in London. Don was at his wit’s end for money, but his situation was well understood in Cowes, where experiencing the financial vagaries of some VROs came with the territory. He was taken under the wing of a tolerant pub, where those standing him drinks included a man who turned out to include Sheriff of Cowes - or some such ancient legal title - among his many roles.

Thus after another few days of distant contact-going-nowhere non-communication with the receptionist at Claridge’s, Don got his new Sheriff friend to place Ondine under Sheriff or Admiralty Marshall Arrest by taping an official sequestering notice to the 56ft aluminium main-mast. This was a feature of the boat that Don detested, for although everything else about Ondine was superb Abekking & Rasmussen timber craftsmanship, he thought the use of aluminium in the spars was an intervention of the devil, whereas wood was divine.

ONDINE SIZE MYSTERY

And it reveals something else. For although Don and everyone else referred to that first Ondine as 53ft LOA, it seems strange that such a capacious sail-carrying boat had a mast only 3ft longer than her length, and in fact some searches indicates she was “only” 48ft LOA.

This air of mystery around Huey Long’s first significant sailing boat is further compounded by her American-built successor - the 1959-built 57ft Ondine II designed by Bill Tripp - being described by all involved as “the world’s first all-aluminium offshore racer”. Ondine II took to the water a good eleven years after the appearance in England in 1948 of the all-alloy 55ft Gulvain designed by Laurent Giles.

The 55ft Laurent Giles-designed reverse sheer Gulvain, built in England in 1948, was the first all-aluminium ocean racer

Further to add to the air of confusion, following the money fall-out with the owner, Don didn’t do the 1955 Fastnet aboard that first Ondine, but walked off Ondine and instead found himself with designer Jack Laurent Giles himself aboard Lutine, the handsome two-year-old 58ft yawl the latter had designed for Lloyd’s Yacht Club. They were both crewing for Sandy Haworth, who was only properly introduced to his new post-Ondine pierhead-jumping American crewman as they beat down the Solent, bound for the Fastnet Rock.

FIRST FASTNET RACE

Sandy Haworth’s first offshore racing had been done pre-World War II, when he owned and campaigned the 1894 cutter Glance, subsequently raced in 1950s RORC events by the Hopkirk brothers of Belfast. But by 1955, he had all the style and reassuringly quiet confidence of a man who was both Commodore of Lloyd’s Yacht Club, and Rear Commodore of the RORC.

Thus the atmosphere aboard Lutine was that of gentlemanly London clubland, a whole world away from the noisy cut-throat world of New York ship brokerage on Ondine, and Don Street fell in love with it all. He was to recall in awe that the only occasional and quiet discordant note came from Jack Giles pointing out faults with the boat he’d designed, while Don was firmly of the opinion that Lutine was the finest Giles creation ever, and many would agree.

The 1953-built 58ft Laurent Giles yawl Lutine was the boat on which Don Street did his first Fastnet Race in 1955

Don always said that personally he was a frustrated yacht designer, so the chance to talk with Jack Giles might have been a Godsend were it not for the fact that the innovative Giles had been strait-jacketed by Lloyds YC into creating a boat without his usual trademark vertical transom on the long stern.

Lutine was a yacht that gave more than a nod to the then-current Cruising Club of America Measurement Rule, rather than the RORC Rule which Giles and John Illingworth had completely collared with the 1946 design of the all-conquering Myth of Malham. So Giles’ pointing out of Lutine’s defects was slightly more than the usual self-deprecating English style.

RORC AND LLOYDS OF LONDON

Apart from providing his first Fastnet Race experience, Lutine and her skipper gave Don an intro to the endless possibilities of the Lloyds Insurance market, and the deep comfort of Royal Ocean Racing Club membership, something he cherished to the end of his days. He was further reassured by being invited to crew on Lutine for the remainder of the 1955 RORC programme, building on Fastnet relationships in sailing and the insurance business.

The season over, he stayed on to experience a total of nine months “knocking around Europe” before returned to America on the 46ft ketch Arabella for his first Atlantic crossing, the first of twelve, seven of which were to be made in command of his own 46ft yawl Iolaire. But he started at the bottom of the ladder, as the Arabella crossing was made as “ship’s cook and apprentice navigator”. And as his travelling inevitably ended up back home on parental territory by the summer of 1956, the pressure to “get a proper job” increased despite the fact that he was doing so many odd jobs and sailing deliveries around boats that ready cash was never a problem.

LUXURIOUS RED BEARD

He was living as he wished, with the result that he sported a luxurious red beard – he must have looked like the young George Bernard Shaw. But with Autumn, the family pressures on career prospects increased, and when he gave in sufficiently to land a job with a leading firm of big ship insurance brokers in those canyons of New York he so loathed, office rules obliged him to remove this splendid protective beard.

Consequently, in frostbite dinghy sailing at Larchmont, he was mocked as the only person in New York who had to use chapstick on his entire face. And at home, his father had taken early retirement at 55 as he’d experienced two minor heart attacks and three ulcers – the father had the heart attacks, while Don’s mother had the ulcers from looking after this irascible invalid.

On top of that, Don was hating the increasing cold. Then a friend just back from a Caribbean holiday enthused about the weather and the developing economies of the Virgin Islands. So he went out and bought a $45 one way ticket to Puerto Rico on an overloaded prop-drive PanAm Dakota DC6. That old silver bird didn’t so much take off as rumble to the watery end of the runway at what was then Idlewild, before gradually starting its gaspingly slow ascent once the pilot had noticed there was sea rather than tarmac beneath him.

WITH A MIGHTY LEAP, OUR HERO FREES HIMSELF

It may have been the flight from hell, but it was a flight from much else as well, for with a mighty leap our hero had freed himself. He got off the plane at San Juan in Puerto Rico into that special Caribbean deep warmth in the small hours. Another $10 got a Carib Air flight to St Croix. And within a matter of days he had secured a job in land surveying on St Thomas.

St Thomas today. It was much less developed in the Fall of 1956 when the young Don Street arrived from the piercing cold of New York to the welcome warmth and sunshine, and a land surveying job for which he trained himself from scratch in an intense four days of studying

THE FOUR DAY QUALIFICATION

His only professional qualification being that long-forgotten History Major from College, he remedied his ignorance about Land Surveying by ensuring that the job started on a Wednesday after a long Bank Holiday weekend. Preparing for it, Don borrowed a book about basic surveying on the Friday, and immersed himself in it totally while everybody else holidayed. When he started work on the Wednesday, he’d taken aboard such an impressive patina of surveying knowledge that he seemed to know more about it than anyone else in the office.

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king” was what he drily observed of this sudden surveying skill once he had his life truly on track with sailing, writing and publishing to provide a living. And that speed-absorbed surveying knowledge didn’t go to waste, as it stood him to the good when - out of exasperation with the official ones - he started to create his own Caribbean charts, which went on to be published by Imray in London.

FINDING IOLAIRE

To reach that fulfilling state, he needed his own proper performance sailing cruiser to do his own cruising, exploring and surveying. While many superficially important things seem to move with exasperating slowness in the Caribbean, the network of fellow enthusiasts through the islands can make some important things happen surprisingly quickly.

A new friend in St Thomas, Bob Crytzer, was being told by his wife that with three boats, he had at least one too many. But as one of them was Electra – originally Owen Aisher’s first Yeoman, a handsome 56ft Camper & Nicholson ketch of 1936 vintage – it had to be one of the others, and the most superfluous was Iolaire, a 1905-vintage 45ft cutter in need of much work.

The 45ft Iolaire in her original gaff rig. Designed and built in 1905 by Harris Brothers of Rowhedge in Essex, she had become a well-worn Bermudan cutter when Don found her in the Caribbean in the late 1950s

But she’d crossed the Atlantic five times, and one of her owners had been RORC and Blue Water Medal-winning legend Bobby Somerset. Don was bewitched, and he secured what was to become one of his life works by purchasing Iolaire for $3,000 down, $1,000 a year for four years, and no interest payable and no repossession clause.

JOHN STEINBECK INTERVENES

Thus by the 1960s we are into the long era – sixty years and more – in which the Don Street story becomes part of the public arena. For although his writing may not have been initially smooth in style, he had much vital information and many fascinating stories to publicise. When he told a few of these tales at a sailors’ dinner in the islands, one of those present told him he should get them published. He resisted by saying he know nothing about grammar, syntax and punctuation, but another guest firmly told him that correcting any such flaws was the job of editors and proof readers, and he should get on with it.

Man at work. Don at the helm in the midst of Iolaire’s successful rig re-development. Whatever they might have thought at the brewery in Amsterdam, it was reckoned in the Caribbean that well-chilled Heineken was invented primarily for Don Street

As that other guest was Nobel Laureate for Literature John Steinbeck, Don had no excuse for not settling down to the special hell of facing a blank sheet of paper with all one’s previously brilliant ideas apparently suddenly blank too. But by 1964 he had received his first money for published material, and the output has continued ever since, with many books, magazine articles, and charts being published and up-dated over a period of sixty years. This saw him gain an unrivalled knowledge of Caribbean islands both well known and virtually undiscovered, and nearly all surveyed with his enduring enthusiasm and dedication aboard the engineless Iolaire.

He may have been leading the idyllic sea life he had so often dreamt of, but like any life it was not without its personal acute sadnesses and tragedies. Yet with marriage to Patricia Boucher whose parents lived in Rock Cottage in Glandore which they were eventually to inherit, life acquired an extra southwest Cork dimension, but throughout it all, Iolaire was the strong continuing thread.

The re-configured Iolaire in a brisk breeze off the Cornish coast during one of her Transatlantic visits

She was always work in progress, but when the old cutter had finally reached the nearest to Don’s ideals, she’d emerged as a sort of sailing shrine to the RORC racing of the 1950s which he’d found totally inspirational. Thus she had a cutter fore-triangle rig which precisely emulated the rig perfected by John Illingworth and Jack Giles for the all-conquering Myth of Malham.

Yet in order to improve Iolaire’s sailing balance options, Don tipped a nod to fellow Americans such as Dick Nye and Carleton Mitchell by making her a yawl, an adjustable setup which - even in what others might have though of as old age - enabled him to show with skilled trimming that Iolaire’s sometimes heavy tiller could be make as light as a feather without any loss in speed – it was more usually an increase in speed, and with enhanced comfort below.

GOLDEN JUBILEE FASTNET RACE

By 1975 Don was well pleased by the re-born Iolaire, and he brought her across the Atlantic to race the Golden Jubilee Fastnet of that year. Having acquired a selection of antique timber offcuts from his on-going Iolaire modification work, he used one of the better bits to create the Iolaire Block for the best-placed 1905 or earlier boat in that Fastnet, and presented it to the RORC.

But it proved to be a light wind Fastnet, without the firm breezes of the Caribbean that Iolaire relished. However, the result gives some idea of the underlying strength of he classic boat movement in West Cork fifty years ago, as the Iolaire Block was won by Glandore club-mate Hugh Sherrard with his 1905 Fife-designed Clyde 30 Brynoth.

Let’s hear it for Glandore! Hugh Sherrard of Glandore at the helm of his 1905-built Fife 30 Brynoth, winner of the Iolaire Block in the Golden Jubilee Fastnet Race of 1975

GLANDORE MOVES UP THE AGENDA

In time the family emphasis shifted to Glandore, where the local classic Dragons became for him another source of interest and passionate involvement. Iolaire spent some years in Ireland wintering in the deep shelter of the upper reaches of Castlehaven well upstream of Castletownshend, but the call of the Caribbean came in the depths of those winters. Don assuaged it with the discovery in a hidden island anchorage of a little cruising sloop designed by Jack Francis Jones of Suffolk, and self-built in Whiteabbey north of Belfast by Brian Martin, a DIY sailor with skills of professional standard.

How she came to be in the Caribbean is another story, but anyway it was expunged as she became a red-hulled yawl called Li’l Iolaire which Don much enjoyed sailing until she disappeared in an all-destroying summer hurricane in the Caribbean while he was home in Glandore.

Home from home. Rock Cottage is at the centre of this photo of Glandore

There, even Iolaire herself began to be too much, so at the right time he sold her to the right person, and the 1933 Scandinavian-built International Dragon Gypsy became his wooden-boat passion, for he had long eschewed glassfibre, dismissing it as “frozen snot” with all the piss and vinegar of someone who, despite his unorthodox life path, remained a classic New Englander.

DRAGON SAILED TO FRANCE

He’d shown himself to be one tough old bird by sailing his Dragon from Glandore across the Celtic Sea and the western approaches of the English Channel to Brest for one of Brittany’s many Festivals of Sail. Under the foredeck was a tightly packed heavy-duty plastic bag, and when Brest was finally reached in the inevitable sodden state, the bag was pulled out and carefully unpacked, and Captain Street stepped ashore in dry clothes including a dazzlingly white shirt with RORC tie, and a classic blue-black reefer jacket.

Glandore provides an ideal home for classic Dragons

Needless to say, while the shirt wasn’t quite so dazzlingly white when they returned to Glandore, nevertheless it was worlds away from the usual Don-Street-at-home attire they were accustomed to in Glandore when he and his crew returned home properly dressed to a rapturous welcome.

SURGICAL INEVITABILITIES

Even Don Street was prone to some ailments, and though his 90th birthday on 25th July 2020 was celebrated in style under sail with the Glandore Dragons, from time to time in the years since he has needed surgical attention, such that he was prone to say in his distinctive nasal drawl that he’d soon be able to double-job as a colander.

25th July 2020

Nevertheless, in the poor-weather Spring of 2024 he was getting Gypsy ready for launching again in May, and had got to the stage of having the wellnigh perfect final topsides coat of purple enamel in place. Life was good, life was moving along. But on Wednesday, May 1st, he took his departure in peace at home with his family in Rock Cottage.

It’s not so long since the inspirational Donal Lynch of Glandore Harbour YC took his too-early departure. Now Don Street has gone too, albeit at what seems the right time. But there’s never really a right time. The sailors of Glandore are suddenly orphans. A wonderful sailing clan has lost its unique patriarch. Words cannot convey the depth of feeling which many sailing people worldwide are experiencing for the family and friends of Don Street at this time.

The vintage International Dragon Gypsy has received her last coat of topside enamel from the experienced hands of Don Street Jnr

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Afloat.ie regrets to record the death of Don Street of Glandore in his 94th year. For many years a Caribbean enthusiast, writing a series of successful pioneering pilot books for the area, he was also a renowned authority on ocean sailing who in his younger days had raced extensively offshore.

In his later years, he became increasingly associated with Glandore in West Cork, where a family summer home became his all-year base for a worldwide maritime network, while in local sailing, he was an inspiring supporter of the Classics Division in the International Dragon Class, achieving success at home and abroad with his vintage Dragon Gypsy.

We will be publishing a full appreciation of this unique figure of world sailing stature in due course. Meanwhile, our heartfelt condolences are with his very special family, and his many friends at home and abroad.

One of the more recent photos of Don Street in action afloat was taken at the major big-fleet Dragon regatta at San Remo in Italy, when his pure vintage classic Dragon had many much newer boats tucked in well astern Photo: Finn Bradburn

You may remember a little while back, we were recording the sad yarn of Don Street losing his beloved vintage clinker-built service tender Red Rocket when a freakish October gale swept over Glandore pier, and removed everything in its way, including boats stowed where they’d been safely stowed for many a year. Well, Red Rocket was among them, gone to smithereens after 41 years of faithful service. But after a farewell libation or two in honour of her memory at the outer pierhead as soon as things had settled down a bit, 90-year-old Don set to with an almost nationwide search for something similar, as he wouldn’t dream of bringing anything manufactured in synthetic rubber alongside his beloved vintage International Dragon Gypsy.

We thought the search had become too intense when we got a brief email from him recently saying he’d got the dengue, for dengue fever is no laughing matter. But it turned out that the accursed predictive text, which those of us bewildered by much of modern IT find a hellish nuisance at the best of times, had struck yet again. It seems Don was only in a bit of a rush to tell everyone that he had the dinghy, that his son Richard in West Wicklow had managed to acquire possession of an ideal dinghy which had been sourced via the more obscure corners of the internet by the man who is the real foundation of just about everything worthwhile that has happened in Glandore for several decades, the Blessed Kieran O’Donoghue of the Glandore Harbour Inn and much other good work that is largely done by stealth.

The circumstances were such that this 14ft edge-glued epoxied sweety had to be taken untested. But Richard like his father has an eye for a boat - as too had Kieran O’D in viewing the first vague image on-screen - so it wasn’t until now that Richard felt he’d be within the pandemic regulations taking the new boat for a test row on Blessington Lake, aka Lough Poulaphouca, where he is one of the stalwarts of the thriving GP14 class. The photo says it all. Thanks to the clever construction, she’s as light as a feather, thanks to the classic design the transom sits properly clear of the water when there’s just a solo oarsman aboard, and yet it’s obvious she’ll be capable of carrying a good load when required, and at a handy speed too.

So despite the pandemic, the job has been done - and done well.

Don Street of Glandore and the Caribbean celebrated his 90th Birthday in distance-compliant-style with the Glandore Dragons in July 2020. And as he has had his writings about sailing published regularly - both in books and magazines - since 1964, after being encouraged to go for it by no less than Nobel Laureate for Literature John Steinbeck, it is reckoned that he is now the world's senior practitioner of the ink-and-salt-water trade.

But while 2020 brought much pleasure and celebration, it also brought a special sadness, as the Street family lost an old friend. We let Don take up the tale:

"Forty years ago, my Venezuelan friends taught me how to say good-bye to sailing friends who had crossed the harbour bar for the last time on their long voyage to the sailors' Valhalla, where the winds are fair and warm, and the seas moderate.

You walk to the end of the pier with your favourite drink, hoist it as a toast to the departed friend, drink half, then pour the other half into the sea for the departed sailor.

A time for celebration – all set up for Don Street's 90th birthday race in Glandore on July 25th 2020

Glandore Harbour is sheltered in all directions except South East, so no one worried to much when a SW gale was predicted the night of October 17th 2020. Unfortunately, the gale must have had a lot of south and a little east of south in it. This created a big surge in the Harbour, and it was a full moon with a big spring tide.

Red Rocket, the Street family's 16' light clinker/lapstrake dinghy that had given 41 years of yeoman service to our family and many others in Glandore, was, along with a number of other boats, swept off the high inner pier wall and destroyed.

Bits and pieces of Red Rocket were spread over the harbour, and during the following days, some of the pieces drifted ashore. With my wife Trich, I decided we'd to give Red Rocket a proper send-off in the fashion with which I always said farewell to those sailing friends who have departed to the maritime Valhalla.

In her sailing and racing days, the very handy Red Rocket really was painted a bright red. But even when painted with whatever colour happened to be available that year, she gave forty years in all of the unstinting good service

The word spread through the village and beyond to as many sailors as possible who'd had a connection to Red Rocket. The plan was to assemble on Glandore pier at 1100 Saturday with their favourite drink in hand and properly say good-bye to Red Rocket while bits and pieces of her were still tossing in the harbour.

Before everyone hoisted their drinks. I told the story of Red Rocket. Many of the assembled sailors knew of parts of the Red Rocket saga, but few knew it all.

In 1979, it was the Golden Jubilee of the Irish Cruising Club, and in July, the Cruising Club of America, the Royal Cruising Club, and Scotland's Clyde Cruising Club assembled with the Irish Cruising Club at the Royal Cork Yacht Club in Crosshaven to begin a Cruise-in-Company westward to Glengarriff, where the ICC had been founded 50 years earlier.

All our cruising focus at the time was on the Caribbean, where our yawl Iolaire was based. But as we'd many friends we'd like to greet in this mixed fleet at Crosshaven, I calculated the tide for the Owenabue river and rented a rather non-descript dinghy from the dinghy rental service in Crosser two hours before high tide, so that with minimal rowing Trich and I could float upon the flood seeing friends on various boats, and then return with equal ease on the ebb, socialising and visiting.

There was a nice-looking clinker 16ft dinghy that I wanted to rent but was unable to do so because one oar was broken. When returning the non-descript dinghy we'd used, I again admired the 16ft dinghy, but the boat hire operator did not share my enthusiasm, as renters claimed it was too tippy. The upshot was he offered to sell the dinghy to me, with oar repaired and delivered to Glandore, for IR£150. I immediately agreed to buy.

Red Rocket's workaday appearance successfully disguised a real thoroughbred, bought for just IR£150 in 1979

Upon arrival in Glandore, the horrible orange colour was changed to red, the same red as the 46' engineless yawl Iolaire. Iolaire was doing so well racing in the Caribbean that she was known as The Old Red Race Horse.

In the 70s and into the early 80s in West Cork, part of the town festivals that each port ran were rowing races with cash prizes. There were races for various age groups, all men, all women, and mixed. That first year, the dinghy earned more in prize money than I paid for her, but I never saw the money. The kids spent the winnings on chips and soda, the older contestants on booze and beer. By the end of the season, she was known as Red Rocket, a name that has stuck with her even though in her later years, after we'd sold Iolaire, she'd appear in whatever paint was available and latterly had been blue.

The boats that were rowed in the regattas were pretty much whatever could be found and usually quite heavy. So for my daughter, Dory, aged 16, and her friends, I rigged the 16ft Red Rocket to be rowed four-oared. She was the smallest four-oared boat in the circuit, and when the girls first started rowing as a team, Red Rocket looked like a drunken water spider. But they learned to row well and turned in respectable performances against the larger 20 and 22-foot boats.

The following year, Glandore Harbour Rowing Club commissioned Jackie Mons to build a light clinker 20' four-oared boat. In Cu na Mara, the Red Rocket-trained girls were practically unbeatable for three years until the team broke up and gals departed to university and out of Glandore.

In this period, there was little enough local sailing in Glandore except for Kieran, and Dermot O'Donohue match racing their two Dragons, Pan and Fafner. To get sailing, I rigged Red Rocket as a cat ketch, with a loose-footed lug as main, and a mizzen which was also a lug but unique in Glandore, as it was rigged Chesapeake Bay-style with a sprit, rather than a normal boom.

A single lee-board was rigged. It was secured on the lee side by water pressure on the hull, with the top secured to a line that went through a hole in the middle of the centre thwart. The leeboard was switched on every tack to the new lee side, and that was Sean Thompson's job, as he was the biggest and strongest and - at 13 - the oldest member of the crew, with the other two being Donald and Richard Street, aged 11 and 9.

Red Rocket was a great training boat with plenty of strings to pull, and she gained extra kudos among Glandore's growing group of junior sailors, as she was much faster than the expanding fleet of Optimists.

The 1933-vintage Dragon Gypsy has provided both racing and sail training services to many generations in Glandore

But the lure of the Dragons couldn't be resisted, and I bought the 1933-vintage Anker & Jensen-built Gypsy. Red Rocket's sailing rig was discarded, and she became our water taxi for the next thirty-five years. All the crews of Gypsy not only learned to tie knots - many more knots that they learn in the ISA programme – but they also learn to row properly and enjoy it, too, while they kept our carbon footprint at zero as other kids buzzed noisily around with outboards on RIBS.

They learned to pivot Red Rocket in one spot, clock-wise and counter-clockwise, and also how to row in astern to back Red Rocket neatly into the crowded dinghy pontoon in the lee of the Glandore pier, as it is much easier to get in and out of a dinghy via the stern rather than over the bow. I had figured this out over forty years ago, and Iolaire's dinghies were always secured to the dock or float stern rather than bow on.

Sailors who had not previously crewed on Gypsy asked me why Red Rocket had beautiful white fendering all along the port gunwale, but nothing on the starboard side other than a couple of suspended blue fenders. I point out that I like and try to follow old yachting traditions. Owners and guest come on board on the starboard side. Paid hands and tradesmen on the port side….. We always board Gypsy on the starboard side. But alas, we will no longer do it from Red Rocket, and we bid farewell to her in traditional style, our faithful friend of forty years".

Don Street waxes lyrical – his farewell to Red Rocket in a ceremony at the end of the pier brought the Caribbean to Glandore

You might think that in West Cork, which is something of Clinker Punt Central, replacing Red Rocket is proving an easy business as Don accelerates his search, having had his COVID-19 jab last week. But at 16ft overall, she was a slightly unusual length. For although 12 and 14 footers are common, there then seems to be a 4ft leap to the 18-19ft, which is the regular length of the standard Irish lake boat.

As well, though she may look quite heavily built, Red Rocket was surprisingly light, and Don would hope to continue that characteristic. Thus his choices are closely-defined. Perhaps a 16ft version of the edge-glued clinker ply Rankin dinghies of Cork Harbour might fit the bill?

Either way, Don prefers wood, and he likes a bargain, so you see the parameters of this challenge. But if you have or know of an available boat that comes anywhere near the now-legendary Red Rocket's many virtues, please contact Don Street at [email protected]

A beautifully-restored 14ft Rankin sailing dinghy. Being built with edge-glued clinker ply, they're remarkably light, and a 16ft version of this boat with the same beam but without the centreboard casing might make an ideal replacement for Red Rocket

Don Street of Glandore and the Caribbean is the Afloat.ie "Sailor of the Month (International)" for December in celebration of his continuing and inspirational joy in sailing at the age of 90, and in honour of the remarkable contribution he has made to our sport, both in the many areas of his active and successful involvement afloat and in his writing of many books – cruising guides and technical manuals alike - which have been a source of encouragement for his international legions of followers.

Don Street in Glandore mode – you wouldn't see him in a tweed jacket in Antigua…

While his passion for sailing is a virtually lifelong enthusiasm, his nautical writing life has stemmed from a chance meeting with a Nobel Laureate in Literature. Many years ago, at a convivial supper while Caribbean cruising, one of those at the table was novelist John Steinbeck, who was also sailing down the isles. With Don's salty tales flowing ever more entertainingly as the evening progressed, somebody inevitably said he really should put together a book of sea writing.

"But I know nothing about grammar" said Don, "and my spelling's terrible".

Upon which the great Steinbeck rumbled into life: "It's the job of the Editors and the Proof Readers to get that right. Just you go ahead and write the stories. Those are the uncut diamonds that any real publisher's people should be happy to work with".

Don on the big day in Glandore at the helm of his vintage Dragon Gypsy, which is only a couple of years younger than he is

Don's sailing is such a mixture of experiences that anyone can find something of interest in it, and for a connoisseur, it's all pure gold. In much of 2020, the lockdowns meant he was restricted to Glandore and the Dragons, but even with the latest Level 5 closure, there's still a gleam in his eye as he contemplates the remote possibility of the RORC Caribbean 600 at the end of February.

This 1985 vid trailer gives an introductory idea of Don and Iolaire, and the special impression they have made on several generations of sailors:

Much of the rest of the sailing world may be whirling in coronavirus confusion, but in serene and elegant Glandore in West Cork. the strong local division of classic and modern International Dragons went smoothly into their 14-race Dragon Derby at the weekend. And last Saturday’s racing had a very special flavour, as it marked the 90th birthday of international super-sailor Don Street, who must have done more sailing his time in a greater variety of boats – inshore, offshore and oceanic – than possibly all of his fellow-members of Glandore Harbour Yacht Club combined.

……but as start time approaches, a youthful crew appears from below decks

Don’s classic Dragon Gypsy – IRL 15 – is of much the same vintage as himself, and is undoubtedly the oldest actively raced Dragon in Ireland, one of a very elite group of seniors worldwide - as is her owner-skipper. It says much for the profound qualities of the 91-year-old Dragon design that Don Street and his colleagues in Glandore should put so much enthusiasm in keeping this very special division of the class actively alive. Happy birthday, Don……

Glandore Dragons closing in on the mark

A very special birthday party in Glandore – at 90, Don Street (second left) enjoys his post-race parties as much as ever.

They say bad news travels fast. But the news that the 48ft 1905-built yawl Iolaire has been lost, after an inadvertent gybe in heavy weather drove her onto rocks – fortunately without loss of life or injury - off Ibiza on July 26th, has only been seeping slowly into international maritime awareness writes W M Nixon.

Iolaire had several owners, including ocean racing pioneer Bobby Somerset. But when the youthful yet already very experienced American sailor Donald M Street Jnr bought her in 1959 at St Thomas in the Caribbean, it was for only $100 dollars, as she had been deemed a write-off after being driven ashore on the beach because of a failed mooring shackle.

"The 48ft 1905-built yawl Iolaire has been lost, after an inadvertent gybe in heavy weather drove her onto rocks"

Some write-off…….Don soon had her sailing again, and continued the restoration over the years, giving her a yawl rig which was British-style John Illingworth masthead cutter forward of the mainmast, and American yawl with vast mizzen staysail down aft. Under this rig he cruised the length and breadth of the Caribbean with no auxiliary engine, writing pilot books for the islands, helping in the development of the charter industry, giving advice as a consultant in the marine insurance business, and becoming an internationally-recognised author on seamanship as well.

Don Street in dress-down style for Caribbean sailing. Yet when he sailed the International Dragon Class Gypsy across hundreds of miles of open water from Glandore to Brittany, he managed to bring a set of immaculate and stylish clothes for shoreside gatherings at a Festival of Sail.
Somehow he also found time to cross the Atlantic with Iolaire seven times, and took part in the Golden Jubilee Fastnet Race in 1975, while in high summer he became well-known in Glandore in West Cork where his wife Trish had inherited Rock Cottage, and he was among those involved in the development of the classic International Dragon class at this most beautiful harbour.

It was from Glandore that Iolaire was finally sold in 2011 after an astonishing 52 years of ownership, but Don Street’s involvement in sailing continues with winters in the Caribbean as a pilotage expert on large yachts, and summers with the Dragons in Glandore, where he sails the 86-year-old Gypsy.

It was in Glandore that he was told of Iolaire’s loss, and it was made more poignant by the fact that July 26th had been his 89th birthday. Yet in classic Don Street style, he very quickly pointed out that it wouldn’t have happened if the crew had been deploying one of his inventions, a gybe-preventer which could be made operational without any crewmember having to go forward of the mast.

But while Iolaire may be gone, Don Street still sails on, and currently he is engrossed in plans to take Gypsy to the International Dragon Class 90th Anniversary Regatta at San Remo in Italy from October 5th to 13th. There, her skipper will be the oldest helm from the Northern Hemisphere (he is globally bettered only by Australia’s 92-year-old Gordon Ingate), and Gypsy will certainly be one of the oldest boats.

We presume that Gypsy will be road-trailed to San Remo with the help of friends and family. Nevertheless the presence of the high seas has never prevented Don Street from getting Gypsy to some appropriate major international event under sail. Some years ago, he decided that Gypsy should take part in the Festival of Sail in Brittany, and he and a crew of two simply sailed there in this Dragon with her open racing-style cockpit.

The classic International Dragons at Glandore are now one of Don Street’s main focal points of sailing interest. Photo Katherine Hayes

Not only that, but once they got there, her doughty skipper appeared ashore in a smooth style at variance with his usual Caribbean appearance. For under Gypsy’s foredeck for the entire voyage across the Celtic Sea and the mouth of the English Channel, there had been carefully stowed a tough waterproof plastic bag containing the skipper’s immaculate reefer jacket, the whitest of white shirts, a pair of classic sailing trousers in neat order, and his cherished Royal Ocean Racing Club tie.

When Gypsy finally reappeared back from Brittany in the mouth of Glandore Harbour, running in under spinnaker, she was very deservedly given the welcoming salute with a honorary salvo of the starting cannons from the Glandore Harbour Yacht Club.

#Dragon - Dragon class veteran Don Street is calling for Dragon associations the world over to find old or disused vessels for restoration and encourage younger sailors to keep the class going forward.

As Scuttlebutt Europe reports, Street’s plans would see under-25s taking on older fibreglass Dragons to bring them back into racing shape at minimal cost, with assistance and advice from their national bodies and top sailors in the class alike.

If anyone has the determination to see through such an ambitious project, it’s the ‘Guru of Glandore’ – to whom our of Winkie Nixon paid tribute earlier this year.

When Ireland’s senior Dragon sailor Don Street (87) of Glandore bids us to pay attention, we always do, as Don’s experience in many areas of sailing is unrivalled writes W M Nixon.

But when Don suggests we all sit up and take notice of the sailing of Gordon Ingate of Australia, there are many of us already right there with the Guru of Glandore. For Gordon Ingate of Tasmania makes the well-tested slogan “Sailing: A Sport for Life” seem barely adequate, as he is still winning serious races at the age of 92, and everything about the man is an inspiration.

His most recent achievement was a clear victory in the Australian Dragon Championship 2018 in Victoria, which concluded at the weekend. Racing against a fleet of 26 boats, and crewed by Amy Walsh and David Giles, his boat Whimsical was anything but. His clear victory of 4 points including three bullets was about as un-whimsical as you can get.

But then, this perhaps greatest Corinthian sailor the world has ever seen seems to specialize in clearcut wins in boats whose names indicate a certain vagueness. He first leapt to international renown in the 1965 Admirals Cup, when he was one of the Australian team with his classic Robert Clark-designed Caprice of Huon

Caprice was an elegant veteran of 1948 or thereabouts, strongly built of the finest Huon pine. But Ingate and his crew had her in such perfect racing trim in 1965 that she cut a swathe through the fleet, particularly in the Solent racing where he made off with major trophies in Cowes Week. Two years later in 1967, he and Caprice were back again with team mates who matched his previous performance, and they won the Admiral’s Cup.

Gordon Ingate – still winning majors at the age of 92

Thereafter, he was very much a force to be reckoned with at Olympic and America’s Cup level. But he’s at his best when racing his own boat tuned to his own very high standards, and racing in fleets which provide the proper settings for his skill sets. Grown-up sailing, in other words.

Thus it was altogether appropriate that when a celebrity was sought to fire the starting cannon for the recent Rolex Sydney-Hobart Race, they asked Gordon Ingate to do the honours. The Australian commentator didn’t even have to think of saying who he was. And now he has won in the Australian Dragons Nationals. Yet again.

That said, our own Don Street is as full of enthusiasm as ever, and his latest evidence of eternal youth is a drive to get the Glandore Dragons to permit racing crews of four. This is so that any youngsters keen to learn about these wonderful boats can get a taste of it without initially being expected to play a crucial crewing role.

The ancient Howth 17s tested the idea some years ago. It worked so well that racing four up is now the preferred option for many boats. And it has been so successful in introducing newcomers to the class that the fleet is in better order than ever – not bad going for a class founded in 1898.

The Glandore Dragons – veteran skipper Don Street argues convincingly that they should permit a fourth hand aboard for racing to encourage class growth. Photo Kathleen Hayes

The sailing paradise of West Cork on Ireland's south-west coast is at its best right now, and the south coast fleets are already heading that way for the traditional West Cork regattas in August. WM Nixon reflects on the magic sailing region of West Cork. 

West Cork is as much of a frame of mind as a specific place. Officially, we might suppose it to extend all the way along the Rebel County's coast from the Old Head of Kinsale to Dursey Island away in the far nor'west, up at the north side of the wide entrance to Bantry Bay. But this doesn't necessarily mean that all the folk in the hinterland north of this coastline see themselves as being in West Cork.

As for boat people, our limits are much more narrowly defined. If you're afloat down there, West Cork is that sublime but compact bit of coastline between Galley Head and Mizen Head, just 38 miles as the gannet flies. It's the ultimate lotus land, with an interesting scattering of islands, blessed moreover with an abundance of sheltered natural harbours each with its own port town or village vying with its neighbours in colourful character. And visible from much of it is the Fastnet Rock, mysteriously a place of the remotest ocean despite being only a matter of four miles from the nearest land at Cape Clear.

In this magic land, the local mini-capital is of course Skibbereen, the very essence of a rural market town. But on the coast, the very different harbours of Schull, Baltimore, and sometimes even Glandore have been seen over the years as the sailors' capital of West Cork. Recently, however, it is Baltimore which has gone from strength to strength to affirm its position as the sailing capital of the southwest, and spending a June night there as summer settled comfortably over Munster reinforced the impression of its pre-eminence.

We were on a bit of a land cruise, so the bed for the night was in the Waterfront, the hotel where Room 12 is just about as near to the beating heart of Baltimore as you can get. Aboard a cruiser in Baltimore, you can enjoy that splendid isolation which a boat so easily confers. But in Room 12 on top of the Waterfront's northwest corner above the square, the busy life of the little port town bubbles about you, and the views across to Sherkin Island and over the country to Mount Gabriel get even more perfect with the approach of sunset.

The view from Room 12 at the Waterfront in Baltimore. The sun has set beyond Mount Gabriel, but somebody is busy launching a newly-arrived RIB by floodlight, and the buzz from the square below is still rising. Photo: W M Nixon

It has to be one of the best arrivals in world sailing. A cruiser enters Baltimore beneath the Baltimore Beacon, aka Lot's Wife. Photo: W M Nixon

It was fifty years ago when I first sailed in to Baltimore, coming in from the west on a round Ireland cruise, and entering port close under the beacon – Lot's Wife they call it – to find a quiet little place which showed some signs of a former prosperity, and hinted at better times to come. Back in 1964, it still had its railway station, but the West Cork Line was in its final year and was soon to be totally closed. Before that happened, later that summer when Baltimore Sailing Club hosted Dinghy Week for the Irish Dinghy Racing Association, the Firefly Class in Dun Laoghaire – mostly university boats – had been able to have a Tuesday night race. Then they'd towed their boats into Dun Laoghaire station on the launching trolleys, put them onto a CIE flat truck, and found them on Friday night safely delivered by rail the entire way to West Cork, offloaded ready at the harbourside station in Baltimore, and waiting for the arrival of thirsty crews keen for a bit of sport.

Mostly, they'd got themselves there by overloading some little car belonging to somebody or other's mother, so the fact that they disdained to use the railway themselves would help to explain why such a charming amenity was doomed. Since then, of course, Baltimore Railway Station from 1969 until recently had become Ireland's first Glenans base. But life moves on, the Glenans model doesn't seem to work any more in Ireland, so now the former station is for sale by the powers-that-be, and there are ructions being raised about it all which should keep everybody nicely exercised through the rest of the summer.

It was another French import which currently sets the pace in Baltimore. Around 1980 a young Breton fisherman, Youen Jacob, came into the harbour, and in time he settled there. To say that Youen Jacob has played a major role in Baltimore life is understating the case. It is he and his family who have developed the Waterfront – quite a challenge in somewhere as conservative as West Cork – and with Youen Jnr's Jolie Brise restaurant and guest house beside it to provide an alternative aspect of good Breton cuisine, the Jacob family's establishments have given a healthy new configuration to Baltimore's miniature harbourside square, and have settled in so well you could be forgiven for thinking the little town was built around them.

The Waterfront (right) and Jolie Brise at the south side of the mini-square in Baltimore bring a welcome breath of Brittany to West Cork. Photo: W M Nixon

It's party time in Baltimore. The al fresco lifestyle is expected in West Cork in summer. Photo: W M Nixon

There are times when you'd understandably think this is the hub of the maritime universe, and why not? But if, during a quiet cruise, you think you might find it too hectic at night when the joint really is jumping, the sensible thing is to call by at lunchtime when everybody is out at the islands and Baltimore is refreshed and catching its breath for the next night's partying. Then in the evening, you can pop over to Sherkin Island where peace will reign while Baltimore ramps up the socializing.

Up in our eyrie above the square, we savoured the life of this busy little port. It's not quite a 24-hour town, but late at night boats were still being launched by floodlight, and conviviality continued in the square. Finally, peace descended, and though most folk were slow to stir early in the morning, the first ferries were coming in, and a workboat headed out for the islands, going past Graham Bailey's Peel Castle, the remarkable bisquine-rigged variation on a 50ft 1929-built Cornish lugger which is seen at her best on her mooring in Baltimore harbour. This is only right and proper, as the restoration and re-configuration of Peel Castle took place nearby, just up the Ilen River at one of the boatyards at Oldcourt.

Good morning Baltimore, how are you? The first ferry arrives in from Sherkin Island. Photo: W M Nixon

Getting the day's job started. A workboat heads out towards Sherkin past Graham Bailey's distinctive Peel Castle. Photo: W M Nixon

Peel Castle in all her glory in the middle of Baltimore Harbour. Restoring this 1929-built 50ft Cornish fishing boat and giving her a bisquine rig took Graham Bailey eight years of dedicated work at Oldcourt. Photo: W M Nixon

Another Baltimore revival which gets our approval is the restoration of the castle right in the middle of town, the "tigh mor" which presumably gives the place its name. We suffer from a widespread ruins overload in Ireland, so it's refreshing to find that somebody upped and took action, brining a ruin back to life and giving Baltimore a very effective signature focal point with a useful function. You could do the same to good effect at Dromineer on Lough Derg, where the ruined castle is an eyesore.

But you don't even have to leave the Baltimore area for a worthwhile restoration project, as just across the harbour beside the pier on Sherkin is the roofless ruin of the 15th Century Franciscan friary which we know looks much better with its roof back on, even if it has been missing since the 1770s.

The restoration of the castle at Baltimore has given welcome and useful new life to a former ruin. Photo: W M Nixon

The Cove on the south side of Baltimore Harbour has some very desirable real estate. Photo: W M Nixon

Thanks to its use as a film set in 1973, we know that the friary on Skerkin Island looks much better with it roof in place. Photo: W M Nixon

We know this because, in 1973, the makers of a TV film managed to get permission from the OPW to put a temporary but very convincing roof in place, and it looked so utterly right. The film was the unfairly forgotten Catholics, based on the novel of the same name by Belfast-born Brian Moore, and memorably starring Trevor Howard as the troubled Father Abbot. Even in this usually overlong blog, there isn't space to go into the details of the story, but it's worth viewing Catholics at the very least to see how well Sherkin friary looks with a roof. Alas, when filming was done the production company religiously (how else?) adhered to the OPW's demands to return the very attractive little old building to its ruinous state, and there it sadly sits.

This year's work on Baltimore Sailing Club has made it even more of a local asset. Photo: W M Nixon

But as regular readers of Afloat.ie will know, other refurbishment and extension work has been under way in Baltimore, with the Sailing Club in fine fettle in its extended premises which look so well you'd think it's all new. It's certainly all of a piece with Baltimore's vitality, which contrasts with other little West Cork ports. In Baltimore, the key to it all is the fact that the Waterfront gallantly stays open all year round. But at present in Schull and Glandore, the main hotels don't even open in summer.

Doubtless in time, and sooner rather than later, both establishments will be brought back to life. But for people genuinely cruising, the absence of a hotel or two doesn't matter that much in an area where the abundance of cruising options and hospitable pubs with good food is almost bewildering. And around Baltimore in particular, there's always something going on.

The wholesome 1893-built cutter Eva (later known as Guillemot) was restored at Oldcourt, which is only a few miles from her birthplace 121 years ago on the Baltimore waterfront. Brian Marten's project to have Eva re-born and continue as Guillemot has come to a successful conclusion after she went through several vicissitudes before he happened upon her, but a visit to Oldcourt will reveal many other boat restoration, re-build and re-birth projects at various stages, including some which - as our accountancy friends would insist on putting it - are no longer going forward.

Be warned, however, that any visit to Oldcourt in any capacity whatever is likely to take longer than you expect, as there's simply so much to see. And they're at every stage, from projects just starting, through projects stalled, to projects nearing completion, while inspiration was being provided by a visiting boat, Darryl Hughes' immaculately-restored 1937 43ft Tyrrell ketch Maybird, which was berthed for a while at Oldcourt to let boatbuilder John Hegarty take off measurements in order to build a traditional clinker dinghy which will fit on board.

Boats in a row at Oldcourt. The further from the quay, the more ready for sea you are. Furthest out is the 1937 Tyrrell ketch Maybird, with which owner Darryl Hughes regularly attends the annual Yeats Summer School in Sligo. He's the only participant to arrive by sea, and he lives on board at the pontoon in Sligo during the Yeats festival. Photo: W M Nixon

A new traditional clinker dinghy, built by John Hegarty of Oldcourt, awaits her first coast of varnish. Photo: W M Nixon

The new dinghy shares space with Conor O'Brien's Ilen, which continues to be a major work in progress. Photo: W M Nixon

Just to show what the result will be like, there was another recently-completed Hegarty dinghy in the Ilen shed, and very well it looked too. As for the restoration of Conor O'Brien's Ilen herself, that can best be described as ongoing. It has become such an absorbing task that the restoration process might best be thought of as an end in itself. Trying to work out what could most usefully be done with this hefty big lump of a boat if she ever is restored to seagoing condition is something which will require many brainstorming sessions, but it surely doesn't need to be considered in too much detail just yet.

The problem with the Ilen is she's too small for some things, and too big for others. She's of the same sort of in-between size which made the first Asgard of limited use as an official sail training vessel. Asgard was fine for teaching young people to sail, but she was simply too small to keep up with the tall ships which also completely overshadowed her in port, where Ireland's little ketch also failed to provide the necessary space and impressive setting for entertaining local bigwigs.

Manageability is the keynote to successful boat restorations. But Oldcourt is such a maritime universe that it can provide examples of what you'd think might have been eminently manageable restoration projects, yet they've ground to a halt. One such is Englyn, the creme de la crème of the boats amateur-designed by Harrison Butler, the English opthalmologist. In the 1930s, he was designing boats which successfully anticipated the highly-regarded designs of Lyle Hess more than forty years later, and the 26ft 6ins Englyn was so highly thought of by cruising guru Eric Hiscock that he included the design in his seminal book Cruising Under Sail, first published 1950.

Plans of the Harrison Butler-designed Englyn, as featured in Eric Hiscock's Cruising Under Sail.

A little boat that may have missed the boat. Englyn as she is today. Photo: W M Nixon

If anything, the designs of Harrison Butler are more cherished than ever, and in this blog on May 10th we featured photos of the Harrison Butler Khamseen class cutter which ace boatbuilder Steve Morris is creating near Kilrush. It's heart-breaking to see the lines of Steve's healthy boat palely reflected in the weather-beaten remains of Englyn as she is today. But sometimes boats really can be brought back from the near-dead, and at the two-day Glandore Classic Boat Summer School in mid-July, the entire Sunday afternoon was given over to presentations about boats in various stages of restoration in and around Oldcourt.

Despite some unpleasantnesses visited upon it by the lingering death of the Celtic Tiger, Glandore gallantly soldiers on. Glandore Harbour Yacht Club's new headquarters in a cleverly rebuilt two-storey cottage up a side street (the only side street, as it happens) is appropriate to the good taste which prevails in this sweet place, whose name in Irish can mean either the golden harbour, or the harbour of the oaks - either will do very nicely.

Glandore Harbour YC's clubhouse is now this cleverly re-built two-storey cottage beside the harbour. Photo: W M Nixon

The outboard dinghies waiting at the pontoon at Glandore Pier give a good indication of the number of boats based in Glandore and across the harbour at Union Hall. Photo: W M Nixon

The Summer School packed in an extraordinary variety of topics, and even this blogger was wheeled out to develop his thesis based around the ambiguous question: Why shouldn't the Irish be a seafaring people? Don't worry, for those who missed it, we'll push it out again here some time in the depth of winter. But we cannot hope to convey the full wonder of the best event in the Summer School, the question-and-answer session between ocean voyaging and offshore racing legend Don Street and his son Richard.

The old boy hasn't half been around. And if at some time your only experience of Don Street has been a high-pitched New England rant about some iniquity of modern yachting (fibreglass dismissed as "frozen snot", for instance) it's my happy duty to assure you that, as he delved into his extraordinary memories, the pitch of Don Street's distinctive voice became deeper and more resonant, until by the time he concluded all too early, we could have been listening to Captain Ahab himself.

From such a treasure trove of recollection, there were many gems, perhaps the best being about how he came to make his profession in writing about the sea and sailing. In his early days in the Caribbean before he'd put pen to paper, on one run ashore Don and his shipmates met up with Nobel Laureate John Steinbeck, and they'd a convivial time together. Later, heading back along the islands, they'd another dinner with the great writer, and during yarning at table, Don's shipmates insisted he'd so many good stories to tell that he should write them down.

"But I don't know how to spell, and I know nothing about grammar" complained Don.

"But you've a story to tell" said Steinbeck, "and you tell it well. Just you write it down, and the editors will sort out the spelling and the punctuation and the grammar. That's their job."

God be with the days......

The old man of the sea – Don Street's reminiscences were the highlight of this year's Glandore Classic Boat Summer School. The school sessions were held in the harbourside church, and Don is seen here with his son Richard while he recalls his days in submarines in the US Navy. On the screen is his legendary 1905-built yawl Iolaire, in which he cruised the Caribbean and crossed the Atlantic. Photo: W M Nixon