solent clown
RIP
Today we went sailing, is is the thing to do for many of us on days like this, and splendid it was too for the most part. Karen wasnt too well, but Ok to sail, and we were having a good time until heading back towards home, just east of Lymington/Yarmouth we found a motor boat edging ever closer alongside. When it came close enough to actually look, there was no one in the cabin at the helm, and nobody to be seen. I shouted over thinking there was something amiss, then we spied an couple sat on deck chairs on the bow. I attempted some sign langauge, no not rude, but nothing would shift the mound from his seat despite the protestations of his wife/prisoner. Eventually we had to take evasive action and they continued in their odd fishing style boat onwards, still perched precariously on their deck chairs without a care in the world. They seemed utterly oblivious to the need to actually pilot the vessel. Our last sighting of them was them on a collision course for a large concrete structure that Fawley Farts it's hot water out of.
I was wondering if any of you chaps carried anything like a loud hailer for times like this? We did chuckle about it later. I think his wife would have torn him a new one by the looks of it as we parted ways.
Apart from bearing away and avoiding like the plague is there anything else to be done?
I was wondering if any of you chaps carried anything like a loud hailer for times like this? We did chuckle about it later. I think his wife would have torn him a new one by the looks of it as we parted ways.
Apart from bearing away and avoiding like the plague is there anything else to be done?