billmacfarlane
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Someone on the Selfish Yottie thread someone asked for stories showing the good side of human nature. Quite right. Since I'm in a great mood , looking out the window at beautiful blue skies , about to leave the office at midday to head for my new boat for our first cruise in her , I think we should lighten up Easter Thursday with stories of Good Samaritans. Here's a couple to get started.
1. My daughter in her dinghy sailing days , went off for a couple of days after her GCSE's to chill out and sail her Topper with a mate and live on our boat. She sailed up to Dell Quay one day but she never noticed the increase in the wind strength as it was behind her all the way up the creek. She realise that the wind was by now 30 knots plus and she didn't fancy sailing with an inexperienced crew back down the creek and into Chichester YC. She decided to tie the boat up at the quay and climbed the ladder to ask at the boatyard if she could phone for a taxi. The Dell Quay boatyard asked what the problem was , promptly craned her Topper out , put it on the back of one of their lorries and drove my daughter and her mate back to their yacht club. Nice. The fact that my daughter's mate is 6' tall and both were in wet suits might have helped a bit I'd like to think not.
2. I lost my main halyard up the mast and in St Vaast Marina , asked my wife to winch me up to retreive it. I puffing and panting about half way up when I aware that I was going up a LOT faster , more like the speed of a lift. I got to the top , retreived the halyard and was lowered down to be met by a very large Frenchman , built along similar lines to the prop forwards I watched in the France - England game ( hard lines guys ) . He was watching my wife's efforts from the next boat , came aboard , took over and I've never went up a mast at that speed before or since. I offered him a bottle of red which he insisted we drink with him - I think we had a couple after that. Nice guy. Happy Easter all , and fair winds.
1. My daughter in her dinghy sailing days , went off for a couple of days after her GCSE's to chill out and sail her Topper with a mate and live on our boat. She sailed up to Dell Quay one day but she never noticed the increase in the wind strength as it was behind her all the way up the creek. She realise that the wind was by now 30 knots plus and she didn't fancy sailing with an inexperienced crew back down the creek and into Chichester YC. She decided to tie the boat up at the quay and climbed the ladder to ask at the boatyard if she could phone for a taxi. The Dell Quay boatyard asked what the problem was , promptly craned her Topper out , put it on the back of one of their lorries and drove my daughter and her mate back to their yacht club. Nice. The fact that my daughter's mate is 6' tall and both were in wet suits might have helped a bit I'd like to think not.
2. I lost my main halyard up the mast and in St Vaast Marina , asked my wife to winch me up to retreive it. I puffing and panting about half way up when I aware that I was going up a LOT faster , more like the speed of a lift. I got to the top , retreived the halyard and was lowered down to be met by a very large Frenchman , built along similar lines to the prop forwards I watched in the France - England game ( hard lines guys ) . He was watching my wife's efforts from the next boat , came aboard , took over and I've never went up a mast at that speed before or since. I offered him a bottle of red which he insisted we drink with him - I think we had a couple after that. Nice guy. Happy Easter all , and fair winds.