What has embarrassed you in boating

Sorry rodders got to go now , the Marina are putting end of season Champagne party , do your touring caravan put them on.
 
I got up this morning , staggered down to the oatcake shop to realise I was in Torquay. What is up with peeps from down sarf ,not having them.
 
I got up this morning , staggered down to the oatcake shop to realise I was in Torquay. What is up with peeps from down sarf ,not having them.

Fried oatcakes an egg (Derbyshire being the best of course but Staffordshire acceptable if necessary) with Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce (or Henderson’s if you managed to smuggle it out of the People’s Republic of Sheffield) was one of my favourites as a lad. A visit to Mum in the Peaks usually involves a re-supply for the freezer at home 😁
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Fried oatcakes an egg (Derbyshire being the best of course but Staffordshire acceptable if necessary) with Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce (or Henderson’s if you managed to smuggle it out of the People’s Republic of Sheffield) was one of my favourites as a lad. A visit to Mum in the Peaks usually involves a re-supply for the freezer at home 😁
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I was in Hartington on Wednesday .
 
The Derby one ,is more like a pikelet, some say like the people , small and thicker!!!! , not me though , if you are a Derby fan I could introduce you to the other one.
 
Forgetting that we had two bow ropes on the pontoon and blaming our lack of movement on all sorts of engine / gearbox malfunctions!
 
Which little genius in the boat design office was responsible for this little gem.....have had boats from Princess and Broom with that special feature and suffered the results as well....in both directions.
Not sure which is the worse.
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and guess what about the latest boat , just lets say one cap is now painted bright RED and the other about 20 cms away bright Blue , this will of course ensure the problem never ever occurs again ?
I read @kawasake s post differently.
I think he fuelled the wrong boat, rather than the wrong tank?
 
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The Derby one ,is more like a pikelet, some say like the people , small and thicker!!!! , not me though , if you are a Derby fan I could introduce you to the other one.

I am from Buxton so the Staffs border is only a few miles away so both are available! 😁
 
Bilge keeler. Motoring along passing buoy moored boats and dinghies one of the dinghies suddenly sprang to life and headed towards us at the same speed as us ! Panic, I looked for person on board ready to give them a piece of my mind. It was then I realised its mooring bouy line was long and had caught on one of the keel fins so it was dragged towards us. It bumped side on but fortunately we had fenders out so it did no damage to either vessel, a quick reverse cleared it. All this in front of the yacht club
 
My best one was about 20 years ago. I mainly motor boat but I do sail a bit too. A friend had lent me his sailing dinghy, a beautiful varnished clinker boat of about 16ft - looking stunning. She was on the inside pontoon down here at Mylor. I took my 14 year old daughter out and we had a lovely sail around the Fal for a few hours and then headed for home. There was a good breeze and I - cockily, in hindsight - decided to sail to the pontoon. We dropped the jib and coasted gently towards the pontoon, the plan was to let go of the mainsheet and spill the wind. Just as we neared the pontoon there was a big windshift and strong gust that picked up the main and drove us straight for the pontoon.
There was no time to drop the main, no room to turn so I grabbed the pulpit rails of a boat as we went past. I ended up at full stretch hovering over the water hanging onto the pulpit rail with just my toes hooked over the transom of the dinghy, at the same time yelling at Louise to drop the main. The bow of the boat was inches from a right angle step in the pontoon. She dropped the main and I hauled the dinghy astern drawing her back with my toes until I could drop back into the boat.
Of course the first thing I did was to check to see if anyone was watching - male ego and all that. My shins were raked to hell by the top of the transom. I was so close to trashing my mate's boat that he had spent scores of hours on.
Lesson learned.
 
Of course the first thing I did was to check to see if anyone was watching - male ego and all that.

That made me smile! 😁

Not a boating incident as such but we were in Brlightlingsea last year and we had managed to get a prime spot in the marina moored stern in next to the entrance with lovely views across the harbour. I had been for a walk and as I was walking along the top of the marina toward the gangway down to the pontoons I was looking sideways at the harbour and our boat and thinking how lucky we had been to get the mooring instead of watching where I was going. As a consequence, in full stride, I collided noisily with a signpost. The side of my head came into rather firm contact with the edge of the small metal sign, which sliced through the arm of my spectacles and caused a rather unpleasant laceration to the side of my head/face. Of course the area is overlooked by apartments and there was a couple walking some way ahead of me who turned on hearing the noise. Naturally, male ego kicked in, and I quickly recovered and whilst surreptitiously scanning the apartment balconies to see if anyone had seen it, I continued walking nonchalantly (but swiftly) to the gangway where I was able to stem the flow of claret and assess the damage to my specs and my dignity.

When I got back to the boat my daughters initial concern upon seeing me quickly turned to mirth when she realised I wasn’t in need of hospital treatment and I explained what had happened. She couldn't decide which was funnier - me colliding with the sign in the first place or my immediate reaction to it! 🤣
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A more recent one was when I attempted to recalibrate the throttle on my KAMD44 last autumn. Fellow forumites kindly sent me a link for instructions and I followed them to the letter. We were going to run her around to Mylor Creek to be lifted out, my mate dropped the mooring and I gave her a gentle kick astern, but I could have sworn that she went forward. "Nah", I thought, my imagination. Gave her another kick astern and yes, she did go forward and wrapped the pickup buoy and rope around the prop.
We got the tension off the rope and I stripped to my kacks and jumped in with my mask on - diving not gimp, the latter hinders rather than helps my eyesight above and below the surface.. Fate was kind and it had gently wrapped one turn around the shaft. A good tug and it came free. Back onboard and flying commando I had to decide whether to ditch the lift - a month until the next lift or go anyway. I went anyway working on the forward for astern and backwards for forwards on the lever. No further mishaps.
It took about four more attempts following the instructions diligently before it came right.
 
Tied my Microplus nice and tight to Poole Quay, came back a few hours later to find the Tide had gone out, a crowd gathered looking at this boat hanging off the wall. Luckily Internet wasn't invented.
you sure ? :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: This was one I spotted at Bucklers 3f65e9bb-53bd-4808-a04a-9ba43e778d4d.jpg
 
Having to rename the spreaders, the shredders, after they destroyed a perfectly good cruising chute. My fault entirely: single handed, pitch black night, I hadn't seen another vessel for several days, when out of the darkness, I noticed a fishing vessel too late, so headed up rather abruptly.... *&%£# @#£%^& #*£@#%
 
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