Getting to be a habit?

Air Sea Rescue Practice from our balcony

Had lunch and went down to the club to check out how Mabel had fared overnight. I think someone had sorted her out as there was another little boat tied up alongside. Good to know that people care enough to look after things for you in the dead of night (high tide was about 2am this morning) but I suppose that's yachty types for you.

Instead of just moving her along to the correct berth, as the weather was so wonderful, and I didn't have anything better to do anyway, I decided to go for a little trip up the coast. Found a vacant buoy and tied up for an hour or so to do some tidying-up after yesterdays hurried end to the day.


That done, back to the mooring. Making an excellent job of going astern into a slot only a couple of inches wider than Mabel and the bloody mobile rings. Just about to blast the wife and tell her (as tactfully as I could manage - which isn't very much) that I would ring back when I didn't have my hands full. It turned out to be the safety officer at the club.


"There's a yellow Pico dingy in trouble just across the way from you, would you mind bringing him back to shore?"


Mobiles are rapidly replacing all previous forms of comms. Obviously we still need Marine Channel 16 for emergencies but there may be a time when someone even fixes this shortfall.


Dragged the dingy back to base, made another exemplary reverse approach, (I know -sad isn't it) tied up, cleaned up and home for tea. Another perfick day.

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