Oops! The Perils of Brown Water Sailing

Once saw someone using snow skies to get across mud to his mooring in Barry Harbour.

Worked well going out but turning round to get back was where it all went downhill .
 
Enjoyed the video.

When I first saw this thread's title, I was thinking I'd add the video below, but of course, that's 'Brown-trouser sailing'.

I'm sure it makes Essex mud feel very comforting by comparison.

Looks like CapBreton. Noticable that the fishing guys only apply power when needed, rather than go for broke. The little peixe promanade with the O/B should have taken advice... The yachties, going out, knew what they were doing, even if it looks less so.
There is a seabed gully that channels the waves, bit like Nazere for the surfers. Not a place to try and get out of in an onshore high wind, and def not running in.
 
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Quite right, it is Capbreton. It looks like a strangely undefended entrance, wide open to thousands of miles of North Atlantic fetch.
 
Lovely thread, and I have got stuck several times so no crowing from this deck. Best time was on a passage up the Alde to Snape, below Iken Cliffs. Sailing barge Cygnet was coming downstream towards us and I got so excited taking photos that I let our boat go aground.
But... very important... we were going up with the tide, and two hours of it still to come. We were afloat again within 15 minutes. I would never go into a creek with anything less than an hour of rising tide behind me, and I would never come in on the highest Spring tides. There's a great description of what happens if you break this rule in Last of the Sailing Coasters by Edmund Eglington. He got stuck on a sandbank off Lydney Harbour on a Spring tide and it was a month before he could be towed off. He was fired by the ship owner (but there's a twist to the story).
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I really want to see the Youtube video of this :D
They were laughing too much to hold a camera. This was Cockle Point, 300 yards above Tremayne boathouse. See, I got down the mud easy, and in the middle was a foot of water and hard bottom to stand on so I got clean. They were still laughing...........ah.....yes......how to get back? I could wait two hours for the flood..........in the end I bowed to the inevitable and 'mudswam' back. My shorts were completely full, bit like Wallace in his Wrong Trousers. I waddled away to the stream a few hundred yards away, not even trying to explain to passers by that it wasn't a case of terminal incontinence after a wollage of Guinness.
 
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OK, I didn't get that bit. I always remember JDS, of blessed memory, advocating that the way to progress on mud, was to lie down and roll. Must admit, I've never tried. ?
Having laid anchors in sinking mud, that had killed unwary walkers a bit further out to sea at WSM I can assure you that if you lie down in soft deep mud you will possibly never manage to get up. Mud walkers carry planks and staffs with them. (I wore a lifejacket also).

Oystermen used to push a sledge with high handles to hang from and I have used that approach to move on quick sand after unwarily stepping from dinghy on what I thought was firm bank. Quite frightening but keeping weight over the dinghy I could readily push with feet and traverse back to water.
 
Severn estuary Mud Horse
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Stuck in the mud: Amazing pictures show Britain’s last remaining mud-horse fisherman still at work using centuries old technique - despite falling profits
 
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