Lovely story of a good bit of history. Thanks for posting.
Offshore racing in my early days was a bit more civilised in the eating department than it is now.
Round the Fastnet Rock in 75 in a 28-foot half-tonner, we cleated off the spinnaker sheet, and five of us sat down below to roast lamb, veg and potatoes, and a couple of glasses of Beaujolais. The nipper (Johnny Lawrence), who we'd left up there driving to the kite, was bleating for his share. Nippers get left-overs.