Blackfeather
Well-Known Member
Poole Harbour last Sunday afternoon, we were anchored up off Pottery Pier just enjoying lunch.
The VHF sparks up with a pan-pan. A panicky and somewhat agitated female voice says that she is off Goathorn Point in a small yacht and has been rammed by a a 'large motor boat' and it was now embedded itself in her bow.
The calming voice from Portland coastguard (also female and sounding lovely) goes through the usual routine and asks all the necessary questions. The lady sailor sounds as though she is wavering between panic and serious anger with the muppet who ran into her.
When asked by the CG if she had any method of communication with the other boat she said " Communication? He's practically on my bloody boat!"
All was well in the end but that's a comment I will remember for a long time.
The VHF sparks up with a pan-pan. A panicky and somewhat agitated female voice says that she is off Goathorn Point in a small yacht and has been rammed by a a 'large motor boat' and it was now embedded itself in her bow.
The calming voice from Portland coastguard (also female and sounding lovely) goes through the usual routine and asks all the necessary questions. The lady sailor sounds as though she is wavering between panic and serious anger with the muppet who ran into her.
When asked by the CG if she had any method of communication with the other boat she said " Communication? He's practically on my bloody boat!"
All was well in the end but that's a comment I will remember for a long time.