Nothing to see here
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.