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RIP
Returning from our soggy hols, we spent the last night up the river Yelm, before returning to Plymouth. It's just round the corner and is part of a spagetti type junction with boats going in every direction.
Yes I have read the other thread and Daka's comments.
So, just off the Mews Stone, there are two orange ribs, no dive flag visible, maybe there was one, but there nearly imposible to see. But anyway one of them sped towards me, so I gathered that orange ribs behaving strangly, stopping, starting and generally going round in circles, equalls diving. Mind it did take a few years before this became apparent.
So instead of turning right for Plymouth, I had to turn left and go round in a big ark. I felt a bit sorry for disturbing the little Bayliner who looked like he was fishing right in my path. Apparently, just as I passed him, concentrating on all the other boats comming and going from umpteen directions. Acording to Deborah, he had reached round his canopy and proceeded to hold up a diving flag. A bit late since I'd already passed him.
Is diving one of these new chicken sports, like jumping off cliffs and piers, hoping to miss the rocks.
Find the busiest corner possible, hang up a droopy rag, simillar in colour to a blue sea with little white bits, thats only visible from about fifty foot, even if it is held up square on to every boat around.
Yes I have read the other thread and Daka's comments.
So, just off the Mews Stone, there are two orange ribs, no dive flag visible, maybe there was one, but there nearly imposible to see. But anyway one of them sped towards me, so I gathered that orange ribs behaving strangly, stopping, starting and generally going round in circles, equalls diving. Mind it did take a few years before this became apparent.
So instead of turning right for Plymouth, I had to turn left and go round in a big ark. I felt a bit sorry for disturbing the little Bayliner who looked like he was fishing right in my path. Apparently, just as I passed him, concentrating on all the other boats comming and going from umpteen directions. Acording to Deborah, he had reached round his canopy and proceeded to hold up a diving flag. A bit late since I'd already passed him.
Is diving one of these new chicken sports, like jumping off cliffs and piers, hoping to miss the rocks.
Find the busiest corner possible, hang up a droopy rag, simillar in colour to a blue sea with little white bits, thats only visible from about fifty foot, even if it is held up square on to every boat around.