KevO
Well-Known Member
While working on the coachroof trying to sort a problem with a mainsail batten I had the pleasure of several rather nifty passes by mobos through the moorings in Falmouth. The first 3 I heard coming and was in a position to stop what I was doing and hold on. The fourth one came out of the aural dead zone created by the ongoing diving mayday on ch16 and took me off my feet. The mainsail halyard cleat and I are now good friends and after a solo dinghy trip ashore and a rather hazy drive to casualty I have 4 stitches. I normally forgo the raggie/mobo debate but now I am less forgiving. I lost an afternoon on the water, gained a scar and a less tolerant attitude. The b*ggers come past less than 5 yards away at max chat when they can see me working there! FFS!