"In Bages Polly was fabulous with the kids they have good memories.
Times like these focus the mind and remind us of what is most important and for me your
photos highlight her sunny and joyful nature."
We met Polly ... in Franconia in company of her father Uwe... She was so
full of enthusiasm and joy about the history and of course to be accompanied by her father
in his native country.
"I can remember her simple beauty, her body in the water or at
work around the boat, her glorious smile and her enthusiasm, her laugh."
"Like Becky, my memories are to do
with boats - going out in the bosun in Bages, and her being so calm and gentle giving
us instructions as to which rope to get ready to pull when she gave the orders."
The crew dropped the chain
but not the anchor!
Polly's cartoon in the log book
'I can only picture her as the life of the party, full of energy, always trying to
please, bouncing around with the occasionally disappointed expressive scowl when people
didn't rise to her level of enthusiasm.'
"On the Anne of Cleves
sailing through the beautiful Dalmatian islands with a bunch of friends from Oxford, late
80s. Scudding between islands in glorious sunshine, anchoring off remote beaches and
swimming in the nude, the boat our means of transport, our private beach and our bed for
the night. And presiding over it all, Polly, our Amazon-like skipper, teaching us
how to sail.
A particularly strong image from that trip is of Polly, shortly after talking to us about
man overboard procedure, simply jumping off the boat without warning in deep water,
going at full tilt! It was a very effective exercise, but what a fright she gave us
novices! (PS There was another experienced sailor on board and it was a planned
|"A birthday card to me shortly after we
met, showing us sailing in my Mirror dinghy "Arthur" to Peel Island on Coniston,
with a following wind. Had picnic, dropped a rowlock overboard & got a 6 mile tow back
from a man with a yacht who picked us up because we reminded him of Swallows &
"I always think of her as that
strong captain of a brilliant life. I have been looking at her photographs on Mustang
with the Solent breeze blowing her hair across her face. Polly is smiling with a
great joy at being there at sunset having supreme fun. We had shared such real adventures.
I have abiding memories of long walks with Polly munching apples and enjoying rambling
conversations about everything but particularly about the moment of 'now'.
We were all pretty broke
and very keen to get our bond back. One problem the lawn and no means to mow
it and get it looking good. I cant remember now who came up with the BRILLIANT
idea of marking the lawn out into squares, holding an afternoon party and setting up a
competition amongst our lovely friends to see who could do the best job of trimming their
square with a pair of scissors! Looking now at the photos of Pollys garden and
the love and creativity she has invested in her homes I wonder! I guess it was a
reflection of the connections and love between this group of women that we did get it
"It is at times like these when you recall the fantastic memories you have shared;
like sailing and accidently catching a fish in the the boat and us all running away from a
bar after ordering nine cokes when we realised we had no money! These memories, over 30
years old but still so fresh."
Written by Jenny when they were on Summer holiday
when she was eight
Polly on water again -
on a New Zealand glacier
Polly's drawing in the boat's log book:
recording sailing through the Aeolian islands, off Sicily