john_morris_uk
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So we are anchored in Dartmouth opposite the town quay. 6.6 metres of water and there's a 5 metre (approx) rise to come so I put out just over thirty metres of chain. We had anchored on the ebb and the boats were all lying nicely to their anchors with a NW wind blowing down the river at 15 plus knots. Now the flood is building nicely and all the boats have swung - except with the wind up their backsides all the boats are also sailing round their anchors and people are sticking their heads out of hatches as boats start to get near to each other.
There's an old wooden boat with pretty lines that we start to get very close to, and I keep an eye on things. Eventually it all gets too close and I realise that we are going to have to move as he was here first. Just as I come on deck, the owner sticks his head out. "How much chain have you got out?" he demands. I tell him - thirty metres. He says, "You need at least 40 metres here - its a spring tide." I refrain from telling him that I know its a spring tide thank you, and instead say, "Well we are only in 6.6 metres at the moment, and I think that thirty metres is probably enough - and anyway we are going to move - all the boats are sailing round their anchors and we will re-anchor where there's a bit more room. He then tells me that I have got to put a bucket out of the back of our boat to stop our swinging.
We moved - but what I can't explain is why this person - who may be a charming man in many ways - then looked at us for the next day with hatred and hostility. We didn't touch his boat, and I moved when it looked like it was getting too close, but we were beneath contempt as far as he was concerned.
I am trying not to believe that it was to do with him having an elderly wooden boat, no electrics of any sort in sight. No instruments, that I could see, no outboard - he rowed his tender ashore - all the sailing perhaps done in a purest sort of way, and him looking at our boat with its wind generator and dinghy on davits etc with contempt.
We try to be friendly with everyone, but because I didn't follow his orders (for that was how his suggestions came across) he was having none of it. I am still trying to work out how we so patently fell out with someone we'd hardly spoken to.
It takes all sorts I suppose. Just getting things off my chest...
There's an old wooden boat with pretty lines that we start to get very close to, and I keep an eye on things. Eventually it all gets too close and I realise that we are going to have to move as he was here first. Just as I come on deck, the owner sticks his head out. "How much chain have you got out?" he demands. I tell him - thirty metres. He says, "You need at least 40 metres here - its a spring tide." I refrain from telling him that I know its a spring tide thank you, and instead say, "Well we are only in 6.6 metres at the moment, and I think that thirty metres is probably enough - and anyway we are going to move - all the boats are sailing round their anchors and we will re-anchor where there's a bit more room. He then tells me that I have got to put a bucket out of the back of our boat to stop our swinging.
We moved - but what I can't explain is why this person - who may be a charming man in many ways - then looked at us for the next day with hatred and hostility. We didn't touch his boat, and I moved when it looked like it was getting too close, but we were beneath contempt as far as he was concerned.
I am trying not to believe that it was to do with him having an elderly wooden boat, no electrics of any sort in sight. No instruments, that I could see, no outboard - he rowed his tender ashore - all the sailing perhaps done in a purest sort of way, and him looking at our boat with its wind generator and dinghy on davits etc with contempt.
We try to be friendly with everyone, but because I didn't follow his orders (for that was how his suggestions came across) he was having none of it. I am still trying to work out how we so patently fell out with someone we'd hardly spoken to.
It takes all sorts I suppose. Just getting things off my chest...