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RIP
Now, when you all sitting comfortable, then I'll begin.
With apreciation to Long John Underpants and Parrot. Without whom. All this would not have been possible.
Once upon a time, long long ago, I bought a Princess 33. It was a lovely boat and even had a fly bridge. It also had davits on the back. But no Dinghy.
It became evident that life as we new it could not go on without a tender.
Having said that and having just bought the boat, radar, new radio, GPS. Fenders ropes and the usual whatever.
The pocket was feeling quite frail!
Now I'd looked at the avon thingys, but they were quite expencive at the time, with no other real competitors.
Now time past by quite sereanly till one day we are moored up in Portmadock N Wales. We're walking down the quay, taking in the scenery, when low and behold, we come across a guy making small fiberglass dinghys. Well I thought. That will look alot prittier sat on the back, than a grey rubber thing, and its less than half the price as well. So instructs him to put davit mount rings on it and picks it up the next day.
Now all goes quite well for the next few months, except for plenty of bruises and sore ankles. Stability was a bit of a wory as well. But sat on the davits. I was very proud of it. All looked just like a gentlemans yacht.
Now through the summer I must admit that a few of my mates who came down to the boat had made quite unkind comments about the tender, but anyway we all got by untill the following Febuary.
Now it was one of those wonderfull sunny winter days, very cold but no wind. So off we goes around the coast of Wales till we come to the little village of Aberdaron. So we anchors in the bay and sets off in the tender for the pub. Now as we get closer to the beach we can see that the rollers are quite big as they get near to the beach. So try to judge them and get in before the next one. Needless to say we nearly made it. When over the transome comes this enormous wave and the tender sunk there and then. Both me and Tuts are still sat down, I haven't even stopped rowing! The tenders glued to the bottom and were sat there with water up to our chests. Eventualy we clamber out, looking complete pratts to the onlookers. Tries to retrieve the dinghy but it wont move with the ton of water in it. The more we bailed out, the faster the waves filled it. Some how we got it up the beach, and went to the pub for dinner, pissed wet through, Febuary, cold and shivering. Ahh but its winter and so pub not doing food, so its a pint of beer and crisps in between shivers. So we sold it and bought an Avon!!!
Haydn
With apreciation to Long John Underpants and Parrot. Without whom. All this would not have been possible.
Once upon a time, long long ago, I bought a Princess 33. It was a lovely boat and even had a fly bridge. It also had davits on the back. But no Dinghy.
It became evident that life as we new it could not go on without a tender.
Having said that and having just bought the boat, radar, new radio, GPS. Fenders ropes and the usual whatever.
The pocket was feeling quite frail!
Now I'd looked at the avon thingys, but they were quite expencive at the time, with no other real competitors.
Now time past by quite sereanly till one day we are moored up in Portmadock N Wales. We're walking down the quay, taking in the scenery, when low and behold, we come across a guy making small fiberglass dinghys. Well I thought. That will look alot prittier sat on the back, than a grey rubber thing, and its less than half the price as well. So instructs him to put davit mount rings on it and picks it up the next day.
Now all goes quite well for the next few months, except for plenty of bruises and sore ankles. Stability was a bit of a wory as well. But sat on the davits. I was very proud of it. All looked just like a gentlemans yacht.
Now through the summer I must admit that a few of my mates who came down to the boat had made quite unkind comments about the tender, but anyway we all got by untill the following Febuary.
Now it was one of those wonderfull sunny winter days, very cold but no wind. So off we goes around the coast of Wales till we come to the little village of Aberdaron. So we anchors in the bay and sets off in the tender for the pub. Now as we get closer to the beach we can see that the rollers are quite big as they get near to the beach. So try to judge them and get in before the next one. Needless to say we nearly made it. When over the transome comes this enormous wave and the tender sunk there and then. Both me and Tuts are still sat down, I haven't even stopped rowing! The tenders glued to the bottom and were sat there with water up to our chests. Eventualy we clamber out, looking complete pratts to the onlookers. Tries to retrieve the dinghy but it wont move with the ton of water in it. The more we bailed out, the faster the waves filled it. Some how we got it up the beach, and went to the pub for dinner, pissed wet through, Febuary, cold and shivering. Ahh but its winter and so pub not doing food, so its a pint of beer and crisps in between shivers. So we sold it and bought an Avon!!!
Haydn
