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Why "Womble"? Well, Gregg has this knack for finding good things in other peoples rubbish - the air conditioner, the VCR, the garden furniture, the gas grill and the charcoal BBQ. Wombles are the same; they too like to rescue stuff from the rubbish - albeit on Wimbledon Common, not the suburbs of Boston! Plus they are really quite cute and the name is nice and simple to say over the VHF. (Note : Of course, harsh reality has taught us that it is nowhere near as easy to say as "Wimble", or "Bumble", or the people's choice, "Wombie". We have consoled ourselves with the knowledge that we were not quite as foolish as the cove who called his boat "Mimi" - by convention, all boats are addressed on the radio by saying their name three times consecutively, so callers to "Mimi" sound like demented cartoon roadrunners, and rapidly deteriorate into verbal Morse gibberish...).

Launching toast
Celebrating her Launch - May 29th 1998. Gregg, Claire and Tony Sawyer.
At dock in the sunset
Sun setting Over Womble at Captains Cove.
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Womble from the air, just off Scituate, Massachusetts, U.S.A. (thanks to Junior Birdman Pete, Neil and Vlad, and to Joseph for his ultra-high fidelity scans!).
00000015_th.JPG (4739 bytes) Claire at the helm on our second weekend trip, south to Plymouth and the Pilgrim's Rock (allegedly). 00000016_th.JPG (5048 bytes) At anchor in Plymouth harbour; Gregg on the bow, with the structure housing "the rock" in the background.
A line of waves
00000029_th.JPG (2786 bytes) One of several trips up the mast; exhausting and exhilarating, with a particular piquancy deriving from the use of a lady's rock-climbing harness - squeezes in all the wrong places...
A line of waves
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