I was heading down the Lower Lee yesterday. Ahead of me and on my left, adjacent to another vessel, was a stationary dredger boat.
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. Continue reading The Blind Dredger→
My living room was once filled with framed photos of me with famous people. There were no pictures of family or friends – just me with famous people. My self esteem was low enough that I wanted to remind myself – on a daily basis – of moments when others who had achieved more with their lives than I, had crossed my path. I may not have attained Greatness myself but, by God, I’d certainly been in the company of it. Continue reading My brief encounters with Robin Williams→
When I became a boater, I was convinced that my new identity would reinforce my quirky & eccentric image. It definitely did that but that was only a part of the story. Like most of us, I’m fascinated to know how others perceive me. Perhaps I’m wrong but it’s my impression that most Muggles see boaters as objects of either mystery, envy or fear. Continue reading You Live on a What?→
It took a while to get my head around the concept of double mooring.
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→
When I moved onboard, ‘Herbie No. 2’ was painted down the sides. The Herbie part was acceptable but ‘No. 2’ was almost a deal breaker. Yes, I was disgruntled that it wasn’t the first boat to have that name but the main problem was that it was a euphemism for feces. Continue reading Boat Names – the good, the bad & the offensive→