bilbobaggins
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Like, I mean, y'know, why bother?
When there are lots of perfectly good marinas every few miles..... with crowded restaurants and disco-bars, and 'interesting' 'lecky power outlets at every berth, yellow cables snaking everywhere, and nearly-fresh water on tap, and industrial wheely bins next door for one's 'poubelles', and polystyrene food trays floating by, and late-night/early-morning generators, screaming kids, and death-wish incompetent manoeuvring by chavs to keep the interest and the adrenalin high, and others' yappy dogs fouling the walkway, and the occasional 'domestic dispute' on a neighbouring Broom, and the periodic 'lurch/roll/heave/crunch' as the 17-y.o. Berthing Master surges by yet again in his 80h.p. RIB at 20 knots, radio crackling at full vol.....
Instead of alone in a remote pool, with just the seabirds and the sunset for company, and one's own well-worn quiet music for background, the rustic aroma of truly-fresh fish grilling, only some chilled Muscadet .... and the long near-silence, with just the 'shushing' of a low swell on the rocks.
Who would want to be stuck with that? Can't see the point, myself.
I wouldn't encourage peeps to go anchoring.......

When there are lots of perfectly good marinas every few miles..... with crowded restaurants and disco-bars, and 'interesting' 'lecky power outlets at every berth, yellow cables snaking everywhere, and nearly-fresh water on tap, and industrial wheely bins next door for one's 'poubelles', and polystyrene food trays floating by, and late-night/early-morning generators, screaming kids, and death-wish incompetent manoeuvring by chavs to keep the interest and the adrenalin high, and others' yappy dogs fouling the walkway, and the occasional 'domestic dispute' on a neighbouring Broom, and the periodic 'lurch/roll/heave/crunch' as the 17-y.o. Berthing Master surges by yet again in his 80h.p. RIB at 20 knots, radio crackling at full vol.....
Instead of alone in a remote pool, with just the seabirds and the sunset for company, and one's own well-worn quiet music for background, the rustic aroma of truly-fresh fish grilling, only some chilled Muscadet .... and the long near-silence, with just the 'shushing' of a low swell on the rocks.
Who would want to be stuck with that? Can't see the point, myself.
I wouldn't encourage peeps to go anchoring.......