I slowed down but – as I was driving past – the dredger sprang into action. From nothing, amid an almighty wash, the dredger’s stern rapidly move into my path. It was going to hit me and I didn’t have time to get out of the way.
Figuring that the driver had not seen me, I sounded my horn. The dredger stopped and a collision was avoided.
As I was passing, annoyed as I felt, I waved at the driver. No harm done, I figured. We all make mistakes, right? She responded by shaking her head – a disapproving shake that said I was an idiot boater who didn’t know what he was doing.
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It was a Friday morning and, oblivious to the world beyond, I was swimming 20 lengths in the nearby Olympic pool. I liked it there too.
Around this time, one of the construction workers unearthed a 5 lb unexploded cluster bomb from World War 2. Continue reading Boat Evacuation – Moored by a Bomb (in Hackney)
I feel powerless when I don’t know.
I like to know.
This morning, CRT called at 11.32…. and again at 11.33.
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Yesterday, however, I left Camden for Kings Cross and …. well, I had a little moment.
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The lady with the scissors had cut my hair several times before and, as usual, the conversation turned to boating.
“What do you do when tourists stand on your boat?” she asked.
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If you who do not bring your boat into London, do not have a boat OR you are the Liverpudlian I met in Braunston who asked, “Soooooo, what’s with all this doubling up you does down there, like?” I’ll start with an explanation.
Continue reading Double Mooring Etiquette