AuntyRinum
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Years ago, I was sailing a Jaguar 25 from Dartmouth to Guernsey. Nearing Guernsey in darkness and sudden fog and knowing that the Hanois Reef was somewhere ahead I hove to on just the mainsail, facing out to sea, and radioed St Peter Port, asking them for a fix which involved me counting down on the radio while they and a French stationed figured out where my transmission was coming from. Those were the days before GPS and I never thought much of or bought a Decca set, so everything I did was DR, done with a 2B pencil on the chart and I was pleased when their position matched mine within a mile and I was well clear of the reef.There's always two sides to a story. Perhaps he didn't feel he needed help as he was able to get back on his own? Perhaps the 100m warp was to try to help the motion in the strong winds and waves?
I've told this before but around 15 years ago I was anchored for lunch at the mouth of the crouch rafted against my wife's cousin's boat that sported a long bowsprit. Anyway at the end of the lunch when we cast off I stupidly caught the shrouds in the bowsprit at a coouple of knots and the mast on our 24 foot cruiser racer came straight down. Not to worry, I was with my Son and we pulled everything back onto the coach roof, tied everything neatly and when sure nothing was dragging started the engine and headed back to our mooring a couple of miles away on the Roach. We had an emergency aeriel and as a matter of courtesy, called the coastguard, making clear we didn't need any help but that if they got any calls from other yachts about a dismasted yacht, not to worry. Anyway 5 minutes later and the D class lifeboat from Burnham turned up. Very friendly and even though we told them we were fine they said they had to shadow us back to our mooring. Anyway a couple of days later in the Burnham Chronicle there was a story about how the Burnham lifeboat had saved the lives of 2 souls and rescued us and towed us back in. Ever since then i've taken some of the stories with a pinch of salt.
Knowing that the tide was going to sweep us east and then back to the west during the night, I stayed hove to and settled down to wait for dawn in the hope that the fog would lift by then. St Peter Port radio insisted on calling me every half an hour to check that I was OK which suited me because it helped to keep me awake. After a couple of hours of this they told me that the lifeboat had finished a shout and it was going to tow me into St Peter Port. They refused to accept that I didn't want that and said that they were acting on the orders of St Peter Port Harbour Master. We were heading for St Peter Port anyway so I eventually agreed. The lifeboat turned up after another radio countdown which allowed their direction finder to single me out from other radar blips, they asked me to light a white handheld flare which I did and then they appeared out of the fog. I lowered the mainsail on their instructions and took their heaving line then pulled in and secured the tow and off we went in the dark like a sleigh ride.
By the time we reached St Peter Port I thought that my right arm was going to come out of its socket from fighting with the tiller as we weaved from side to side behind the lifeboat but we got there. They put us onto a pontoon and made sure that we were OK and my wife and I went straight to bed and slept for hours.
Is there a moral to the story? Not really. St Peter Port Radio's agenda didn't match mine and, if it was today, I wouldn't have made the radio call asking for a position because, although I still like to navigate by DR, I can double check on GPS if I need to. If you do get involved with a lifeboat be prepared for them to take over and try to enjoy the ride. The "rescue" made the Guernsey newspaper but what was written was not quite as I remembered it.
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