It is with great sadness that we report the passing of Peggy Robinson overnight on Friday 3rd May 2019. Peggy was a stalwart member of the club and was our President for a number of years. She was the owner of Hellhound and sailed out of Holyhead for a very long time and now Hellhound is a reminder of her as the yacht continues to be based in Holyhead.
Peggy’s ashes will be scattered in the Irish Sea by the Holyhead Lifeboat; we are awaiting information on the exact date – but it will be sometime in September. The club will make sure that those who knew her can say their goodbyes too on this day.
In the meantime, some of us attended her funeral last week and Kim Argyle, the Club Commodore gave a eulogy. We have replicated this below as it gives a good flavour of our past Club President who was a true ‘character’.
Tribute from Kim Argyle:
Peggy, as we all know, was a feisty, firebrand of a woman. She started sailing a long time before I knew her, in a GP14, moving on to a 505, gaining success at club level, always committed to winning.
She had a few yachts, all called Hellhound. She organised events around the Irish Sea, as well as competing in the racing. When Holyhead Sailing Club hosted the ISORA Race Week, Peggy was there to make it a success.
Peggy was always willing to do anything asked of her! But one weekend, we had our Try A Sail event at the club. Peggy turned up unexpectedly and asked for a job. So we asked her to make a cup of tea. The retort was ’I don’t make tea’. So we decided to ask her to speak to the people who had been taken out sailing – to gauge their reaction to their experience. This turned into quite a lengthy grilling which probably terrified our potential future members.
As it came near to the time that boats were due to be launched, there was obviously a flurry of work to be done ready to go in the water, scraping, cleaning and anti-fouling. At that time I was working in the boatyard, and from far off I would hear a shout of ‘Kim, Kim! Where are you? I need you to mask up my line.’ For a while, I would ignore the call, but she would hunt me down and tell me to come to her boat ‘IMMEDIATELY’. If I was foolhardy enough to say I would be wither in half an hour, the answer would be ‘Now – I need you now!’ My reward was a tumbler full of whiskey on Hellhound that evening.
On one occasion, we had a club cruise to Ireland. As we sailed up Carlingford Lough, we heard an eerie noise coming from afar. As we approached the marina, we were greeted by the sound of Peggy playing the bagpipes – enthusiastically, but not desperately tunefully.
She always attended our AGMs; at these events, her main bugbear was the Ladies’ showers. There were two good showers, and one that had been made to fit in a smaller space. Peggy was not happy about this so she decided that the shower nearest the window was the best. One morning, one of the members was in that shower and heard a knocking on the shower door – which she ignored. The knock came again – also ignored – on the third knock, she quickly wrapped the towel around herself and opened the door, thinking someone was in trouble. Instead, she was greeted by Peggy in a state of undress, demanding that it was her shower, and why was the lady using it. The poor member was so taken aback that she grabbed her belongings and dashed out apologising profusely.
Following Peggy’s knee and hip operations, she would shanghai friends with a few seductive words, such as ‘you know I fancy a little sail on my boat – why not come along as my guest?’ This really meant –‘I find it difficult to sail on my own, so you can do the running around stuff, while I sit at the helm and shout at you.’ She would disappear from Holyhead at the crack of dawn, and return in the fading evening light; Peggy with a smile on her face and the other lucky guests tired out and still running around to get the boat moored up safely.
Peggy will be greatly missed; she was a one-off, highly regarded and an honoured President of the Sailing Club for a number of years.
Peggy, Thank you