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Yachting Monthly - - THE END - Bill Brim­ble

It was time for the mid-sea­son scrub, and the Westerly GK34 was po­si­tioned on the Sal­tash Sail­ing Club scrub­bing berth on the River Tamer. The owner, with me among his crew, did the hard work and then we waited for tide to re­turn.

‘Don’t worry skip­per, we will keep an eye on her as the tide re­turns,’ we as­sured the owner, as he had to at­tend to some ur­gent busi­ness. It was a lovely evening and we were watch­ing the Thurs­day evening club rac­ing and did not spot that the in­flat­able dinghy, left along­side the boat, had be­come trapped un­der the bow with the ris­ing tide.

No amount of haul­ing the painter would move the trapped dinghy. We even­tu­ally re­cruited some weighty by­standers to stand on the stern, and at­tached the club res­cue boat to the painter. With full power and with a tremen­dous whoosh and cheers from the gath­er­ing crowd, the dinghy even­tu­ally popped out, thank­fully un­harmed.

By the time the skip­per re­turned, the crowd had dis­persed and every­thing was back as it should be. ‘Every­thing okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes, skip­per. Just fine,’ I lied.

At least I’ve con­fessed now.

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