Heckler
Well-Known Member
just had a fabulous sail over from barmouth, coming into the harbour, my berth on piles on left of harbour and need to go left to get into the middle channel to point at berth.
previous week had made a right horlicks as tide caught the back end and swung it round with diminutive mam frantically trying to get strop on cleat so thought i will take a long slow approach to it this time, keep to the right until about 300 yds from berth and angle over towards piles to line her up and slow down,
aware of large motor launch about 4-500 yds away coming towards us on the right side of the outside lane (my left), methinks he has seen me and will turn to port a touch and all will be hunky dory and we will pass stbd to stbd, me by then in middle channel, he is going to twitch his wheel isnt he!! isnt he!! isnt he, mam on front frantically waving by now, old buffer staring straight ahead, finally hard over to stbd and gun the throttle and miss him, he passes by to port and his wife screeches, in that particularly irritating gargle that passes for speech in blazer and gin land,
MY RIGHT OF WAY, MY RIGHT OF WAY
i couldnt contain myself and shouted after them "shit for brains"
was i wrong to do this?
stu
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previous week had made a right horlicks as tide caught the back end and swung it round with diminutive mam frantically trying to get strop on cleat so thought i will take a long slow approach to it this time, keep to the right until about 300 yds from berth and angle over towards piles to line her up and slow down,
aware of large motor launch about 4-500 yds away coming towards us on the right side of the outside lane (my left), methinks he has seen me and will turn to port a touch and all will be hunky dory and we will pass stbd to stbd, me by then in middle channel, he is going to twitch his wheel isnt he!! isnt he!! isnt he, mam on front frantically waving by now, old buffer staring straight ahead, finally hard over to stbd and gun the throttle and miss him, he passes by to port and his wife screeches, in that particularly irritating gargle that passes for speech in blazer and gin land,
MY RIGHT OF WAY, MY RIGHT OF WAY
i couldnt contain myself and shouted after them "shit for brains"
was i wrong to do this?
stu
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