Originally Posted by pteron
It's one of the things we love about all y'all over there in the colonies
. I think the responses would have been quite different in the Solent!
Yessss. . .
sailors are mostly extremely friendly and helpful. But they are immensely proud of being the best sailors in the world and can sometimes be very snotty in the presence of what they perceive to be a lower level of skill than what they imagine themselves to possess.
A few weeks ago I overslept in Yarmouth during a spring tide with extraordinarily high atmospheric pressure pushing the tide down. I woke up with the tide rushing out and about 6 inches of water
left under my keel
. To depart the pontoon uptide would have meant running directly aground; no time to rig springs. Staying there would have meant being aground at the pontoon. That left a risky downtide departure as the only option. My boat draws eight feet!
I was portside-to facing downtide out to sea. I put the rudder
hard over to port, threw off the lines, engaged forward gear
, held down the starboard bow thruster, and applied lots of throttle. I thought the sailors on the boat berthed downtide from me on the pontoon (flying a blue ensign) were going to have a conniption fit. Certain that I would crash right into them, they scrambled around deck
in a panic, grabbing fenders, getting ready to fend me off with main force (considering my 20 tonnes of displacement
, good luck to them). But by design -- which they evidentally didn't understand -- port rudder
and starboard bow thruster and plenty of throttle pushed me sideways right off the pontoon and I cleared them easily, despite the rushing tide. The other skipper
, red-faced, gave me a stern lecture, as I passed by, about how I should have unberthed uptide, the tone of his voice expressing a different message -- don't I understand a damned thing about handling a yacht? I just smiled and waved as I passed by.
I guess it could have happened anywhere, but it somehow seems typically Solent.