A dingy sailor’s charter
As many young Australian doctors did in the 1980s, I worked in the British National Health Service for a while and holidayed in Europe in a VW camper van. My sailing experience was mostly in dinghies but I had ambitions to sail yachts, so my girldfriend Wendy and I chartered a boat in Greece with friends.
We parked our camper van at a London hospital near Gatwick and flew to Greece where I spent two weeks being responsible, if not neurotic, about looking after the boat. I ritually awoke in the night to check that we hadn’t dragged anchor. There was but one moment of terror, when I awoke and looked out to find us surrounded by trees and street lights. In a panic, I jumped up and shouted to Wendy, ‘Quick, get out of bed. We’ve dragged!’
It was only then that she pointed out my error: the holiday had, in fact, ended the day before and we were now back in our camper van after our flight home and were parked in the hospital grounds.