Dressed for the job
By Nicola Wakeham After a pleasant summer cruise through the Channel Islands, we tied up to a friend’s mooring on the River Yealm prior to going home. Whilst trying to pick up the buoy I dropped the boathook into the water and watched it quickly drift away.
My rushed to lower the dinghy from the davits to go and save it. Dinghy duly lowered, I jumped in. Only then did I realise that I hadn’t put the bung in. I was soon up to my elbows in muddy river water and the flow was impossible to stem. Fortunately, I was still attached to the davits, so I soggily clambered out and wound the dinghy up. Once drained, I put the bung in and started again.
I managed to retrieve the boathook and returned triumphant. My partner's angry look puzzled me at first, until I realised I was wearing his brand new and muchprized red jumper, which I was allowed to wear on the condition that I swore to look after it. I had totally forgotten I was wearing it, and it took much washing until it smelled anywhere near fresh again.