Grabbing a handful
By Vince Middleton A number of years ago, just prior to selling my father’s boat, the two of us were out for a test run, which went well until returning to the marina in Pwhelli. As we came up the harbour with the ebb tide ripping, the engine conked out. We had an additional outboard on the transom, so it was no disaster. Steering was difficult, however. As we fought to manage the boat, we approached a yacht adorned with the owners' washing hung out to dry. I grabbed the nearest thing to me. The thing that came to hand was a bra, billowing in the breeze. Despite its generous size, it was insufficient to hold us against the ebb and it came away in my hand. Eventually, by luck more than skill we managed to secure ourselves to a pontoon and pretend that nothing had happened. I never did have the nerve to return the unfortunate lady’s garment.