graham
Well-Known Member
In my years of sailing for pleasure I have allways been delighted to offer a bit of assistance when I am able to and perhaps laboured under a false impression that most people are like minded.
This morning in a flat calm a mile or so outside the sealocks my engine bacfired and wouldnt restart.Tried to sail but breathless.It was about an hour before HW so not wanting to have to anchor over 6 hours of ebb or pray for a breeze I started sculling my way back in.
An hour later totally exhausted I nosed into the lock(It was hot out there).A few small boats passed close enough to see the sweat dripping off me not one offered a tow.
In the lock a "gentleman"with a large mobo condescendingly congratuled me on my efforts then stated he was in a hurry so couldnt tow me out of the lock(about 2 minutes would have done)Its difficult to scull through the current in the locks.
Finally a grumpy charter boat skipper towed me about 20 feet to clear the lock so he could get in quicker.I should have kept sculling and made him wait.
Finally 2 gentlemen in a blue ketch rigged motorsailor from CYC offered me a gratefully accepted pluck across to my mooring about 500 yards away.Thanks again chaps if you read this you restored my battered faith in human nature.(And possibly saved me from heat exhaustion) /forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif
This morning in a flat calm a mile or so outside the sealocks my engine bacfired and wouldnt restart.Tried to sail but breathless.It was about an hour before HW so not wanting to have to anchor over 6 hours of ebb or pray for a breeze I started sculling my way back in.
An hour later totally exhausted I nosed into the lock(It was hot out there).A few small boats passed close enough to see the sweat dripping off me not one offered a tow.
In the lock a "gentleman"with a large mobo condescendingly congratuled me on my efforts then stated he was in a hurry so couldnt tow me out of the lock(about 2 minutes would have done)Its difficult to scull through the current in the locks.
Finally a grumpy charter boat skipper towed me about 20 feet to clear the lock so he could get in quicker.I should have kept sculling and made him wait.
Finally 2 gentlemen in a blue ketch rigged motorsailor from CYC offered me a gratefully accepted pluck across to my mooring about 500 yards away.Thanks again chaps if you read this you restored my battered faith in human nature.(And possibly saved me from heat exhaustion) /forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif