So, here we are for a few days, at least. I do not want to rush this lovely river. However, we are moored right opposite a sand
bank, that is marked by a green buoy. So
its passing to the left of the green, and passing right of the red buoys. Got it. Then when we come back, it will be the reverse.
So there are sat, in the sun, watching the river, drinking a
glass of Rose, and out of the corner of my eye , I saw an old – fashioned boat,
crewed by an old fashioned couple, with an outboard motor, hurtling with gay
abandon to the RIGHT of the green buoy.
I turned my head to shout out, as they turned to me to say “ I say, what a lovely day”( they were fraitfully
naice old folk) , but before any of us could say owt, they were plonked fair
and square atop a lovely pile of sand .well the water was ankle deep.
I stared with an open
mouth, gulping like a fish out of water. Our travelling mate , Jim, came up to
us with shining eyes saying “ a ha, SALVAGE”. So the dear old chap then tried to
go forward, but just got himself settled more firmly on top of his sand
pile.Mick thought that he should try and reverse off, but not easy with an out
board. Then the old chap disappeared
completely, whilst his little old doddery wife change d places in the back of
the boat. Then old chap re-appeared with his trousers rolled right up to his
wot-not, and into the water he jumped. He eventually turned the wee boat
around, but not before we had shouted across that we felt “helpless” and what a
to do. To which sweet old lady replied
that her husband was “ marvellous, you know, he’s just marvellous”.
And away they tootled, with the old chap shouting and
saluting that he must remember “ Left of the green buoys, you know ! “
Then we all collapsed with laughter. I wonder if we would have coped so well.
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