Ok imagine this. After a long day sail you arrive in a marina, settle down in the cockpit to admire the west country harbour view and you comment to your crew, "if they could lift this into the Solent they could charge the earth".
Then slowly the resident neighbour’s MOBO aft breast line invades the tranquil evening as the mooring rope creaks on every imperceptible roll the GRP gin palace. Detailed inspection of the neighbour’s mooring technique shows that even in a beaufort force zero every mooring rope is bar taught.
Do you:
1) Sit in the cockpit and suffer hours of Chinese torture and wonder what objection the MOBO community has to using rubber snubbers.
2) Slacken off his lines just enough so that you can introduce your own mooring line fitted with a spare rubber snubber to eliminate the rope creak.
Then slowly the resident neighbour’s MOBO aft breast line invades the tranquil evening as the mooring rope creaks on every imperceptible roll the GRP gin palace. Detailed inspection of the neighbour’s mooring technique shows that even in a beaufort force zero every mooring rope is bar taught.
Do you:
1) Sit in the cockpit and suffer hours of Chinese torture and wonder what objection the MOBO community has to using rubber snubbers.
2) Slacken off his lines just enough so that you can introduce your own mooring line fitted with a spare rubber snubber to eliminate the rope creak.