Grehan
Well-known member
Crumbs this is tricky. Is it supposed to be . . fun?
I come from an industry background where 'Who's suing who' is required reading. Now I'm dabbling in one where everyone makes 'Confessions'.
Getting to grips with the proper practical sailing stuff is as difficult - or easy - as I had expected. Take it easy, learn from the inevitable mistakes. Take it seriously, do the theory. Basic skills, keep calm, try and be sensible, be modest and courteous, suss out and respect the rules of the game. Throw-up to loo'rd. In fact, learn to use the loo'd. Etcetera.
But The Marina is a different kettle of fish.
After 30 years of proudly developed near-perfect (modest! . . .) motoring skills, I'm learning to 'drive' something 37ft long and 12ft wide, that has a Ferrari's value, what doesn't exactly go where she should quite a lot of the time, especially in reverse, what was actually designed to sail not motor, in amongst a very tightly laid out car park crammed full of Rolls Royces (or at least BMWs).
Stress, I should cocoa. Fenders (socked or otherwise), yes siree Bob. Doesn't help, though. Need an air-bag. Amused and horrified onlookers, by the dozen. Wife and acolyte helmswoman in tears. Children, losing respect, provide birthday card of chimpanzee with hands over eyes.
Worried, I'm trapped in the bloody camp site with all the other floating caravanners and their rattling halyards. And I've already watched (a) many folk making equally embarrassing/nerve-wracking/expensive balls-ups and (b) other folk making the most perfect of approaches, twirls, reverses, double salkos, 3-point turns, back flips, moorings-up, etc.
Come clean, all you time-served Jolly (?) Jack Tars . . is this the worst bit?
Just exactly how contrite, humble, humiliated and apologetic should I be?, or stupid am I?, or is this just par for the course? How d'ye learn and how long does it take? Should I take the trouble to find out who owns all those unoccupied yachts I scraped-by, or is a scrape or two the inevitable price that everyone just accepts paying for berthing in a very crowded marina? And if I should track down the owners, what do I do or say?
PS
And just for the record, what are your 10 fundamental, "this is what really needed to be learned that time", sailing rules, wrinkles or learnings-from-bitter-experience?
Bit of a tall order, eh?
Sorry.
Very sorry, actually. Oh God, I'm going to get found out now.
I come from an industry background where 'Who's suing who' is required reading. Now I'm dabbling in one where everyone makes 'Confessions'.
Getting to grips with the proper practical sailing stuff is as difficult - or easy - as I had expected. Take it easy, learn from the inevitable mistakes. Take it seriously, do the theory. Basic skills, keep calm, try and be sensible, be modest and courteous, suss out and respect the rules of the game. Throw-up to loo'rd. In fact, learn to use the loo'd. Etcetera.
But The Marina is a different kettle of fish.
After 30 years of proudly developed near-perfect (modest! . . .) motoring skills, I'm learning to 'drive' something 37ft long and 12ft wide, that has a Ferrari's value, what doesn't exactly go where she should quite a lot of the time, especially in reverse, what was actually designed to sail not motor, in amongst a very tightly laid out car park crammed full of Rolls Royces (or at least BMWs).
Stress, I should cocoa. Fenders (socked or otherwise), yes siree Bob. Doesn't help, though. Need an air-bag. Amused and horrified onlookers, by the dozen. Wife and acolyte helmswoman in tears. Children, losing respect, provide birthday card of chimpanzee with hands over eyes.
Worried, I'm trapped in the bloody camp site with all the other floating caravanners and their rattling halyards. And I've already watched (a) many folk making equally embarrassing/nerve-wracking/expensive balls-ups and (b) other folk making the most perfect of approaches, twirls, reverses, double salkos, 3-point turns, back flips, moorings-up, etc.
Come clean, all you time-served Jolly (?) Jack Tars . . is this the worst bit?
Just exactly how contrite, humble, humiliated and apologetic should I be?, or stupid am I?, or is this just par for the course? How d'ye learn and how long does it take? Should I take the trouble to find out who owns all those unoccupied yachts I scraped-by, or is a scrape or two the inevitable price that everyone just accepts paying for berthing in a very crowded marina? And if I should track down the owners, what do I do or say?
PS
And just for the record, what are your 10 fundamental, "this is what really needed to be learned that time", sailing rules, wrinkles or learnings-from-bitter-experience?
Bit of a tall order, eh?
Sorry.
Very sorry, actually. Oh God, I'm going to get found out now.