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Went down to Plymouth last week. One, to fit the new extra long range fuel tank and two cos I'd nothing better to do.
The fuel tank is a reconditioned 45 gallon oil drum with a few BSP fittings. Lookes very smart all painted green with the few spare tins of Hammerite I had round the garage. Bit of white, bit of blue and a bit of gold.
Little trip down to Looe with ToMo the dog warden to pick up the best floosey in the world and the dogs!! Well he did help fit the tank so thought I'd better promote him!
Next LJS turns up so we're off to Agatha Crispy's old gaff in the fog, so gets lost a bit cos could not be bothered to go down stairs. L.J. Suggests catching Mackerel for dinner so this is a good excuse to go down stairs to get the gear out and see where we've got to. So plodding along at 2 knots whilst untangeling the fishing gear. I notice a blob on the radar screen, it's sort of converging on us. Then there it is, a Washing Liner!! But he's let down cos theres no wind, he,s doing about four knots and , theres smoke coming out the back. Well he's on my port side and not only that he's overtaking!! Except he's not actualy overtaking, he's heading for us at a very shallow angle. Never mind carry on sorting the fishing lines sat on the back with one eye on the radar screen in case anything else turnes up. Muckyfarter meanwhile is chugging along with the auto pilot glued on Bure Island. So the washing liner comes closer and closer. Him racing along at 4 knots and us doing two. He's now so close, he shouts to us. Whats our course?? L J thinks he must be lost!! But no, the bugger cant get it into his head, that one he's overtaking a stink pot and two I'm on his starboard side. Also overlooked that at this moment he's a stink pot too!! So we are now in Bigbury Bay. Its about 17miles across and five miles wide. Theres two boat been on a colision course for about an hour and so close we can shout to each other except I've given up shouting cos Muckyfarters one engine going, is drowning me out. Next the washing liner does a sharp turn to go round my stern. Then must have had an after thought so swerves back again, then plan B, he turns on the gas and passes straight under my bows, then carries on at about 45degrees to my course. It said Sun Sail on the Washing. Does anyone know him???
Then it's anchor for a while in Bure Island and off to discover Hope Cove and a pint in the newly found pub. Now L J had thought up the brilliant plan, of tieing the dinghy up to a big chain laying on the beach. Cos the tide was coming in. Who am I to argue. He's the diver and anyway he's got his shorts on!! So back at the beach, watch him wade in up to his bum in water. But still not caught any fish, well apart from one little one. So off to the headland at Salcolmbe. L J excelles himself and catches about six in two minutes. So anchor in a little bay in Salcolmbe for a Mackerel tea. Then zoom off back to Plymouth and the Boringdon Arms.
No one can force me to come here-----------
----- I'm a Volunteer!!!
Haydn
The fuel tank is a reconditioned 45 gallon oil drum with a few BSP fittings. Lookes very smart all painted green with the few spare tins of Hammerite I had round the garage. Bit of white, bit of blue and a bit of gold.
Little trip down to Looe with ToMo the dog warden to pick up the best floosey in the world and the dogs!! Well he did help fit the tank so thought I'd better promote him!
Next LJS turns up so we're off to Agatha Crispy's old gaff in the fog, so gets lost a bit cos could not be bothered to go down stairs. L.J. Suggests catching Mackerel for dinner so this is a good excuse to go down stairs to get the gear out and see where we've got to. So plodding along at 2 knots whilst untangeling the fishing gear. I notice a blob on the radar screen, it's sort of converging on us. Then there it is, a Washing Liner!! But he's let down cos theres no wind, he,s doing about four knots and , theres smoke coming out the back. Well he's on my port side and not only that he's overtaking!! Except he's not actualy overtaking, he's heading for us at a very shallow angle. Never mind carry on sorting the fishing lines sat on the back with one eye on the radar screen in case anything else turnes up. Muckyfarter meanwhile is chugging along with the auto pilot glued on Bure Island. So the washing liner comes closer and closer. Him racing along at 4 knots and us doing two. He's now so close, he shouts to us. Whats our course?? L J thinks he must be lost!! But no, the bugger cant get it into his head, that one he's overtaking a stink pot and two I'm on his starboard side. Also overlooked that at this moment he's a stink pot too!! So we are now in Bigbury Bay. Its about 17miles across and five miles wide. Theres two boat been on a colision course for about an hour and so close we can shout to each other except I've given up shouting cos Muckyfarters one engine going, is drowning me out. Next the washing liner does a sharp turn to go round my stern. Then must have had an after thought so swerves back again, then plan B, he turns on the gas and passes straight under my bows, then carries on at about 45degrees to my course. It said Sun Sail on the Washing. Does anyone know him???
Then it's anchor for a while in Bure Island and off to discover Hope Cove and a pint in the newly found pub. Now L J had thought up the brilliant plan, of tieing the dinghy up to a big chain laying on the beach. Cos the tide was coming in. Who am I to argue. He's the diver and anyway he's got his shorts on!! So back at the beach, watch him wade in up to his bum in water. But still not caught any fish, well apart from one little one. So off to the headland at Salcolmbe. L J excelles himself and catches about six in two minutes. So anchor in a little bay in Salcolmbe for a Mackerel tea. Then zoom off back to Plymouth and the Boringdon Arms.
No one can force me to come here-----------
----- I'm a Volunteer!!!
Haydn
