Hi Phil,
Yes that has pushed aside some grey matter in my brain and is coming back in my memory now. Terry had his new yacht when we all ended up in the moat at Pembroke Castle, but she drew too much water and he went hard aground. He did eventually get out of there. Fortunately there seems to be a revival in Seadogs now which I sure has come about by the fact that they are very good value for money. Another advantage is the fact that the association are brought together with the use of the computer and they do not have to rely upon a yearly magazine to see how to do things. When I bought Rouselle in 1982 I was out on a limb but I had built a few yachts by then and I come from a sailing family so a lot of it was second nature to me.
Many years ago I pulled into St Ives and found two other Seadogs lying on moorings opposite Woolworths. So I took up a mooring next to them. One was our Admiral who failed to strike his colours one night probably because with all the street lights the sun never went down. It did to the rest of us but then perhaps we were used to street lights and of course the Admiral had sunk a little more beer than the rest of us. Nothing was said at the time but it was mentioned in dispatches in the Annual Magazine and as punishment the committee decided that he would have to buy the first and last round in any harbour in the British Isles where there were more than one Seadog there for one year and he was sent the rules regarding the usage of the blue duster. I haven't seen him after that but the only way out of that punishment was to put he thing away and fly the red one instead. Anyway at low water when the plug went out of St Ives we could climb down and go for a walk and looking back all the dogs had come down the same way with the port keel sunk in the sand and the base of the rudder about a foot off the bottom. If you slept on the port side you were in heaven but on the starboard side you either got the backside snuggled into the canvas sling that kept you in your bunk or you spent the night of the floor having fallen out. St Ives was always a place to remember and one year a yacht anchored for and aft outside to stay afloat. At some stage in the tide there is often a small whirlpool that sets up around there and when this poor skipper awoke he found that as the tide had gone down his chains had a lot more play in them and the boat had turned around several times taking with it both chains. That was a classic case of Sod's Law and prevented him going to sea until he had spun the boat the other way. We had one dinghy in the bows and another in the stern trying to unravel his knitting. I often wonder what the shore bound people thought we were up to.
Like the police force that I spent some of my working life in, you never knew what was around the corner. One night when I was with another Officer outside a pub a young lady shot round the corner and said, 'Officer I think I have been raped.' My friend who's patch it was said, ' Only think love I would have thought that with your experience you would have known by now.' On that note I will close.
Happy sailing Phil,
Brian
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