wully1
Well-Known Member
To turn a thread around..
A few years back a husband and wife crew in a very nice yachtie boatie arrived at the western end of the Crinan Canal. The Husband was very much Master and Commander of his pride and joy as he approached the lock down to the sea basin, bawling commands at his lady wife who scrambled around trying to obey the fraught, yelled, contradictory orders , obviously not enjoying the experience of navigating the 9 miles of canal locks under Captain Bligh.
The lock keeper took them down and opened the gates to the sea basin and told Capt Bligh to remain in the lock until instructed to proceed to the sea lock.
As soon as the lock keeper left Capt Bligh barked commands at his poor wife to cast off- she meekly told him that they had been instructed to wait. He insisted they leave the lock NOW,loudly.
So they motored into the basin with no way out as there were boats locking in from the sea.
The brisk breeze was blowing straight into the basin and as Capt Bligh zig-zagged, loosing ground to every thrust of the throttle, back and forth broad side on to the the rusty, mean scallop dredges of moored fishing boats laying in wait for his topside, his commands to his poor crew became shrieks of orders.
Quite what he expected the poor lady to do is unclear. He was trapped as he no longer had room to turn into the wind between the moored boats. He began to scream at her.
She stopped, looked at him for a few moments. made an evaluation of the cost/ benefit of this whole partnership thing then dropped the fender she was holding and marched below slamming the hatch shut behind her.
The crunch of the GRP loosing out big time to the scallop dredges was not enjoyable. Not anywhere near as enjoyable as the expression on Capt Bligh face as he realised that not only had he inflicted irreparable damage to his relationship and topsides but that he'd provided excellent vicarious entertainment to the assembled yotties and coffee house observers on a lovely sunny day. He'd probably also lost his crew and his summer cruise.
I wonder if he's a beardy old Breton cap wearing grumpy single hander in an MAB 'cos that's all he can afford after the divorce settlement?
A few years back a husband and wife crew in a very nice yachtie boatie arrived at the western end of the Crinan Canal. The Husband was very much Master and Commander of his pride and joy as he approached the lock down to the sea basin, bawling commands at his lady wife who scrambled around trying to obey the fraught, yelled, contradictory orders , obviously not enjoying the experience of navigating the 9 miles of canal locks under Captain Bligh.
The lock keeper took them down and opened the gates to the sea basin and told Capt Bligh to remain in the lock until instructed to proceed to the sea lock.
As soon as the lock keeper left Capt Bligh barked commands at his poor wife to cast off- she meekly told him that they had been instructed to wait. He insisted they leave the lock NOW,loudly.
So they motored into the basin with no way out as there were boats locking in from the sea.
The brisk breeze was blowing straight into the basin and as Capt Bligh zig-zagged, loosing ground to every thrust of the throttle, back and forth broad side on to the the rusty, mean scallop dredges of moored fishing boats laying in wait for his topside, his commands to his poor crew became shrieks of orders.
Quite what he expected the poor lady to do is unclear. He was trapped as he no longer had room to turn into the wind between the moored boats. He began to scream at her.
She stopped, looked at him for a few moments. made an evaluation of the cost/ benefit of this whole partnership thing then dropped the fender she was holding and marched below slamming the hatch shut behind her.
The crunch of the GRP loosing out big time to the scallop dredges was not enjoyable. Not anywhere near as enjoyable as the expression on Capt Bligh face as he realised that not only had he inflicted irreparable damage to his relationship and topsides but that he'd provided excellent vicarious entertainment to the assembled yotties and coffee house observers on a lovely sunny day. He'd probably also lost his crew and his summer cruise.
I wonder if he's a beardy old Breton cap wearing grumpy single hander in an MAB 'cos that's all he can afford after the divorce settlement?