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I remember going with my Dad to help a yacht stuck under the Bridge. I think he had lost his engine and been swept on to it on a flood tide. It was a small yacht and cant remember the make though it will come to me. The main thing is that i always remember him. He was called Mr Melson to us boys and had lost both legs in a mine sweeper in WW2. He had those gentle qualities that so many had from that era. Quiet, softly spoken, no swearing and an absolute English gentleman and as tough as old nails. Had a great set of tin legs which he tied to the transom when not in use. anyone else remember him? I think i have some old family film with his yacht sailing in company with our Westerly windrush with 5 on board. We packed them in then.This should bring back a few memories then...