BruceK
Well-Known Member
Well you Southerners must be hard because when Seastoke on Seas The Day said he'd hold my hand down to Caernarfon all my worries disappeared, but we weren't even at the fairway yet when bits started toppling over including my radio mic set knocking me off our chosen communications channel. Quite who ended up hearing my plaintiff cry of "turn back you crazy b**stard, for the love of God turn back!!" on the ether I don't know. But Seas The Day plowed on with 4 mad souls on a flybridge looking nothing quite so much as four cuckoo birds perched on the pendulum of an upturned grandfather clock. To add to my woes I had to fight to keep a 6 and 8 year old away from Minecraft on their iPads and their eyes on the horizon to stop them painting the helm with their chocolate Coco pops.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I'm not skulking back on my own I dutifully followed as the youngest's howls of delight slowly morfed to screams of dismay before she wore herself out by the time Puffin appered and the calm waters of the Menai was reached.
The women seemed to bear the brunt of it. Casulty 1 was my admiral taking a tumble in the aft cockpit and have a genny break loose and follow her to the starboard freeboard. Casulty two was on Seas the Day flybridge. One red coat was seen to take a bit of a tumble and a bump.
All too soon we were at Victoria Dock and the moment I was dreading was at hand. Entering a marina. Never done it before and my nerves were already a bit shot. But with the help of Seastoke, TSB240 and the the Harbour Master, Mark, I was talked in quite nicely and it all seemed a bit of an anticlimax really. No embarrassing scrapes, dents or irrate boat owners. No sooner had we tied on than the harbour master whisked me off to his ivory tower to regale and lecture me for the next hour on Marina ettiquete. I can only conclude Kwaks and Seastoke must have been here before and I was tarred by the same brush.
I must say, the RWYC has quite an impressive residence and the views from the turret are amazing.
Dinner was superb and, I at least, needed the bar to prop me up as I hadn't quite got my land legs back. Inevitably I probably drank too much but at least by the end of the evening the two sensations sort of cancelled themselves out. After dinner drinks were had on Seas the Day
The following morning was a suberb spring day and while the energetic went out rowing, I nursed a sore head and fretted about how I was going to exit the Marina. As it was Kwaks stood by with his RIB to push me out if needed. Again it was a bit of an anticlimax.
Some shots of the Menai on the way back
I think this is Blue Note and TSB240
Port Dinorwic
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I'm not skulking back on my own I dutifully followed as the youngest's howls of delight slowly morfed to screams of dismay before she wore herself out by the time Puffin appered and the calm waters of the Menai was reached.
The women seemed to bear the brunt of it. Casulty 1 was my admiral taking a tumble in the aft cockpit and have a genny break loose and follow her to the starboard freeboard. Casulty two was on Seas the Day flybridge. One red coat was seen to take a bit of a tumble and a bump.
All too soon we were at Victoria Dock and the moment I was dreading was at hand. Entering a marina. Never done it before and my nerves were already a bit shot. But with the help of Seastoke, TSB240 and the the Harbour Master, Mark, I was talked in quite nicely and it all seemed a bit of an anticlimax really. No embarrassing scrapes, dents or irrate boat owners. No sooner had we tied on than the harbour master whisked me off to his ivory tower to regale and lecture me for the next hour on Marina ettiquete. I can only conclude Kwaks and Seastoke must have been here before and I was tarred by the same brush.
I must say, the RWYC has quite an impressive residence and the views from the turret are amazing.
Dinner was superb and, I at least, needed the bar to prop me up as I hadn't quite got my land legs back. Inevitably I probably drank too much but at least by the end of the evening the two sensations sort of cancelled themselves out. After dinner drinks were had on Seas the Day
The following morning was a suberb spring day and while the energetic went out rowing, I nursed a sore head and fretted about how I was going to exit the Marina. As it was Kwaks stood by with his RIB to push me out if needed. Again it was a bit of an anticlimax.
Some shots of the Menai on the way back
I think this is Blue Note and TSB240
Port Dinorwic
He didn't look best pleased !
