Wexfordian
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I went down to the boat yesterday, unfortunately as it was too windy to take SWMBO out for a run (frighten her and I might as well find a new hobby - she threatens golf!) we just sat & had lunch on board like so many other disappointed boaters. All of a sudden the 28-foot sailing boat which had been pottering about inside the harbour decided to berth. I say all of a sudden because their chosen method of decelleration was collision with the pontoons. After they slammed into the pontoon the first time I ran to help fend them off (boaty camaraderie), and out they bounced to have another shot at berthing. I waited to take a line for them, watching in horror as several tonnes of fibreglass bore down on me at 6-7 knots, finally dropping to my knees to grab hold of a couple of cleats as I realised they would miss me but not the pontoon. Here I learned something new. If you ram a marina at high speed, it doesn't shear off or splinter. In fact it sinks under the hull of the boat. It was like Free bloody Willy as I sank (terrified) with the pontoon, watching this blue hull rise above me like a vengeful orca. Eventually about four of us on the marina got the wayward raggies under control, discovered they had no bow or stern lines made up, fenders in the cockpit lockers and they had the cheek to tell us we had them in the wrong berth.
Disgustedly, off we f*cked, as you can imagine. Got no thanks or apologies, never mind a drink.
And these people sneer at us stinkies, ignore our friendly greetings and treat us like imposters or inferiors at every opportunity.
It's no wonder that they occasionally get towed a little bit too swiftly.
F... 'em
Disgustedly, off we f*cked, as you can imagine. Got no thanks or apologies, never mind a drink.
And these people sneer at us stinkies, ignore our friendly greetings and treat us like imposters or inferiors at every opportunity.
It's no wonder that they occasionally get towed a little bit too swiftly.
F... 'em