suzanne
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Have postponed telling people this story, apart from the Brighton mob of course but feel it is time to name and shame.
General nature of this post is what would be the last thing you do if you think your going to die, wonder if its the same as my mother (Mrs Chrispy)??
Picture the scene: you've been anchored in a bay at Sark for a couple of hours, swimming in the sea passing time to move onto Jersey (not enough water over sill til 8pm). Really hot day now after a very foggy start, the fogs still lurking but cleared at Sark. Time comes to move on, you've taken your rubarb and custard sweets up to the flybridge, you've got your book and cd player to block out the fact your on hols with your parents and your hapily cruising a flat sea.
All of a sudden (in the middle of a good song) nudge nudge from next to you. "Can you go and watch the radar we're heading into thick fog again" says Dad. Yeah, yeah, so off i pop downstairs. Very little experience at watching the radar, but it cant be that hard. 5 minutes later Dad wasn't joking, from listening to the radios Tommy and Touch of Class are supposedly up our bottoms but i cant see them, visability was only a couple of hundred yards. Fortunately in a moment of pure genius Dad had bought VHF's that talked to each other like an intercom between inside helm and flybridge, got rough now and dont want to keep climbing up the steps.
Well into the fog ive spotted only a couple of yachties which we passed happilly (v far away at tickover). Suddenly my worst fear, big blob on the screen moving very fast towards us. Its ok keep calm, prob just a cat travelling at 40knots. Ahh! Get Dad on intercom, watch it and tell him distances and position in front at all times. I can honestly say i didn't panic even when its blob was attached to ours, that was i didn't panic until........thump. thump screaming (look around) mother comes hurling in the doors "We're gonna die, we're gonna die, i can see it i can see it, its the cat we're gonna hit it and die!" Mother has now thrown herself onto the sofa with her head in her hands crying, boat has come to a standstill and were going right, can now slightly see boats behing. Calming mother down as best as possible am circling round boat looking for cat, can't see anything. Then popping out of the clouds is this very large, very slow tanker moving in the same direction as us. "Mum its ok, its not a cat, its just a tanker and were away from it" Still sobbing and muttering we're goning to die theres no I love you Suzanne or any other last words, just spluttering, wheres my camera, i want a photo!
Look of amazement on my face my mother is now crying on the back of the boat with her camera taking photos of the tanker muttering we were going to die!
After all that waffling the point is my mother would take a photo of what was going to kill her, what would you do?
Suzanne xXx
General nature of this post is what would be the last thing you do if you think your going to die, wonder if its the same as my mother (Mrs Chrispy)??
Picture the scene: you've been anchored in a bay at Sark for a couple of hours, swimming in the sea passing time to move onto Jersey (not enough water over sill til 8pm). Really hot day now after a very foggy start, the fogs still lurking but cleared at Sark. Time comes to move on, you've taken your rubarb and custard sweets up to the flybridge, you've got your book and cd player to block out the fact your on hols with your parents and your hapily cruising a flat sea.
All of a sudden (in the middle of a good song) nudge nudge from next to you. "Can you go and watch the radar we're heading into thick fog again" says Dad. Yeah, yeah, so off i pop downstairs. Very little experience at watching the radar, but it cant be that hard. 5 minutes later Dad wasn't joking, from listening to the radios Tommy and Touch of Class are supposedly up our bottoms but i cant see them, visability was only a couple of hundred yards. Fortunately in a moment of pure genius Dad had bought VHF's that talked to each other like an intercom between inside helm and flybridge, got rough now and dont want to keep climbing up the steps.
Well into the fog ive spotted only a couple of yachties which we passed happilly (v far away at tickover). Suddenly my worst fear, big blob on the screen moving very fast towards us. Its ok keep calm, prob just a cat travelling at 40knots. Ahh! Get Dad on intercom, watch it and tell him distances and position in front at all times. I can honestly say i didn't panic even when its blob was attached to ours, that was i didn't panic until........thump. thump screaming (look around) mother comes hurling in the doors "We're gonna die, we're gonna die, i can see it i can see it, its the cat we're gonna hit it and die!" Mother has now thrown herself onto the sofa with her head in her hands crying, boat has come to a standstill and were going right, can now slightly see boats behing. Calming mother down as best as possible am circling round boat looking for cat, can't see anything. Then popping out of the clouds is this very large, very slow tanker moving in the same direction as us. "Mum its ok, its not a cat, its just a tanker and were away from it" Still sobbing and muttering we're goning to die theres no I love you Suzanne or any other last words, just spluttering, wheres my camera, i want a photo!
Look of amazement on my face my mother is now crying on the back of the boat with her camera taking photos of the tanker muttering we were going to die!
After all that waffling the point is my mother would take a photo of what was going to kill her, what would you do?
Suzanne xXx
