Blackfeather
Well-Known Member
A bank holiday morning arrives and it is dry and sunny so all is well with the world. So we ease out of the berth and enjoy all the activity in Poole Harbour.
Some people are hard at work on the training stuff ..............
.and others are just enjoying themselves...........
Obligatory wake shot leaving Old Harry to Starboard...........
Round to Swanage and more people having fun.........
The girls want to sunbathe but say it's too cold .
So here's the compromise..........................
Eventually they have to admit it is not quite sunbathing weather.
In to Swanage to pick up our mooring.
But wait somethinng has gone wrong.
Someone is on our mooring. It has happened before and we are quite relaxed about it so we ease alongside and the conversation goes like this........
" Excuse me , you seem to have picked up our mooring.."
An aggressive little head pops up and says (verbatim) "No it bloody wll isn't. This is my bloody mooring."
Now I have had this mooring for a few years, I know exactly where it is and it is the only one in Swanage Bay with an orange ball cock as a pick-up bouy, but because this bloke is so vehement I retreat and anchor up, thinking maybe I have made a mistake.
I reflect and realise that I am absolutley right and am now feeling just a tad miffed. I think I will launch the dinghy and have a chat but the outboard is playing up. Now I am very frustrated, this git is on my mooring that I rent, maintain and look after.
WNS?
Bad thoughts were going through my head, but I had friends and family on the boat so I thought I would simply just go alongside when we left and ask him not to do it again.
I've arrived before to find people on it and asked them politely to move without a problem.
This one though is different. He starts shouting (he had family on board) and being really aggressive.
Now just let me get this straight, you are on a mooring that I pay for, I have asked you politely to move, and now you are being abusive.
Perhaps it is fortunate that the outboard was playing up because at this stage I was really wanting to have a closer encounter with him.
Just for the record this is the boat, if anyone knows him I would dearly love to meet with him face to face to discuss how I feel about him. he is obviously local.
Anyway we tried to put this obnoxious twat behind us and ambled back to Poole.
Then it appeared we were being persued by something sinister...
But actually he was just trying to deliver half a kilo of charlie...........
Then it is back through the chain ferry and past Harry's gaff............
With all this adrenalin running we decided we would give it full chat through Poole Quay boat haven
.....and it was a girl driving...........
All in all it wasn't a bad day but it was seriously marred by an ignorant twat who was old enough to know better. So, owner of Amaryllis, who, in front of his own family lied and said he owned my mooring, come out and apologise.
Some people are hard at work on the training stuff ..............
.and others are just enjoying themselves...........
Obligatory wake shot leaving Old Harry to Starboard...........
Round to Swanage and more people having fun.........
The girls want to sunbathe but say it's too cold .
So here's the compromise..........................
Eventually they have to admit it is not quite sunbathing weather.
In to Swanage to pick up our mooring.
But wait somethinng has gone wrong.
Someone is on our mooring. It has happened before and we are quite relaxed about it so we ease alongside and the conversation goes like this........
" Excuse me , you seem to have picked up our mooring.."
An aggressive little head pops up and says (verbatim) "No it bloody wll isn't. This is my bloody mooring."
Now I have had this mooring for a few years, I know exactly where it is and it is the only one in Swanage Bay with an orange ball cock as a pick-up bouy, but because this bloke is so vehement I retreat and anchor up, thinking maybe I have made a mistake.
I reflect and realise that I am absolutley right and am now feeling just a tad miffed. I think I will launch the dinghy and have a chat but the outboard is playing up. Now I am very frustrated, this git is on my mooring that I rent, maintain and look after.
WNS?
Bad thoughts were going through my head, but I had friends and family on the boat so I thought I would simply just go alongside when we left and ask him not to do it again.
I've arrived before to find people on it and asked them politely to move without a problem.
This one though is different. He starts shouting (he had family on board) and being really aggressive.
Now just let me get this straight, you are on a mooring that I pay for, I have asked you politely to move, and now you are being abusive.
Perhaps it is fortunate that the outboard was playing up because at this stage I was really wanting to have a closer encounter with him.
Just for the record this is the boat, if anyone knows him I would dearly love to meet with him face to face to discuss how I feel about him. he is obviously local.
Anyway we tried to put this obnoxious twat behind us and ambled back to Poole.
Then it appeared we were being persued by something sinister...
But actually he was just trying to deliver half a kilo of charlie...........
Then it is back through the chain ferry and past Harry's gaff............
With all this adrenalin running we decided we would give it full chat through Poole Quay boat haven
.....and it was a girl driving...........
All in all it wasn't a bad day but it was seriously marred by an ignorant twat who was old enough to know better. So, owner of Amaryllis, who, in front of his own family lied and said he owned my mooring, come out and apologise.
