Poignard
Well-Known Member
I was once in a French marina which had very narrow, very wobbly pontoons. A British boat on a nearby pontoon left after a lot of faffing about, leaving its stern line attached to the pontoon. As the boat disappeared out of sight I said to myself "Well, if they don't want it, I'll have it" and crawled out on the pontoon and retrieved it. I crawled carefully backwards to the root of the pontoon with my prize and, as I got to my feet, a voice behind me said "Cheers mate. We had to go round to the fuel pontoon anyway and I thought it would be easier to leave the line and walk back for it." :ambivalence: