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Good pics Major - does Kwacker always lean over like that when he's driving? - must be a motorbike thing /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
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Actually, for a moment I thought he had keeled over dead. I didn't want to alarm the ladies and was waiting for you, the skipper, to pronounce cessation of life and chuck him overboard.
Are you going to reveal the contents of the yet to be opened box in the cockpit?
Well I was looking through the pictures I had, which pretty much reflected the ones you had taken,
Mr and Mrs SV2 were great hosts, no sooner had they moored with their assemble of fenders, than out came the sandwiches and mugs of tea. Being Wales the electricity didnt make it to the end of the pontoon, I guess it gets less and less the further it goes, and so on comes a whisper quiet generator and hey presto hot drinks. Initially everyone pretends they have eaten, but Kawasaki cracked first with a 'well if they are going I may as well have one' and that was it, everyone tucked in.
What a brilliant boat, I was impressed with everything, but mrs K was well smitten with the washer dryer under the lift up stairs, talk about luxury, and as for the rising TV.
I was however very impressed with the trouble you had taken to get the IOM courtesy flag, and at some stage whilst ploughing the ocean at some 30 knots had leant over and replaced it with a Welsh one. Normally this would actually bar you from the area, but even the marina owner shed a tear as you entered. I think though that was mainly at the thought of the mooring fees he could get from a large boat, and of course the promise of a minor top up of fuel. Even the RNLI lads were impressed how much it took, good job the tanks were half full.
This was the wake shot as we rescued control back from my wife who was determined to see how fast we could go and at the same time turn to port as sharp as possible. That is after Kawasaki had rested the controls from me, by making me look for a 'dolphin' and then jumping in my seat, but he was too polite to stop Mrs K from having a go ;-)
After that it was a slow cruise back into Holyhead in probably the best afternoon of 2007, with a sort of rouges gallery up the top to see off any would be pirates.
Finally after all that fun, it was time to tuck SV2 into her berth, and this was the final picture I took before we scooted off.
After we had berthed I saw Major wash his hands under the tap, which seemed a good idea. So after he stepped aside, I went up and turned the tap on as well - only thing is the jet shot out sideways, straight overs majors lower trouserleg, sock and shoe. I hope it did dry in the end, but I think Major was very good considering he had to walk around with a wet shoe for the remainder of the time we were there. Apologies Major.
Given this was the first time we had met Mr and Mrs SV2, and Major (whereas Kawasaki and us go back a bit) it was a brilliant afternoon, and for all the joking was really a great bunch of people to spend an afternoon with (and evening!)
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Well I was looking through the pictures I had, which pretty much reflected the ones you had taken,
[/ QUOTE ] With six camera toting people (Well five, as Kawasaki couldn't get his bellows camera up the steps) crammed together on the flybridge, we rapidly ran out of original material.
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This was the wake shot as we rescued control back from my wife who was determined to see how fast we could go and at the same time turn to port as sharp as possible. That is after Kawasaki had rested the controls from me, by making me look for a 'dolphin' and then jumping in my seat,
[/ QUOTE ] On balance, we kept the fighting down to an acceptable level.
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I went up and turned the tap on as well - only thing is the jet shot out sideways, straight overs majors lower trouser leg, sock and shoe.
[/ QUOTE ] I was already slightly moist from all the excitement, so you were forgiven.
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and for all the joking was really a great bunch of people to spend an afternoon with
[/ QUOTE ] I will second that and when they return I will treat them to a trip in a real boat and probably even a slap up feed at the local Mrs Miggin's Pie Shoppe.