Spent a week recently on a small yatch with a dingy on the Norfolk Broads. I managed to stupidly fall into the water on our second day when I capsized the dingy as I tried to get into it! It tipped over and Grace my daughter and I were flung into the water! (Of course in the more heroic version which I will be dining out on we were attacked by man and woman eating crocodiles who holed the dingy beneaf the water line and Grace and I fought them off with my bare hands and an oar etc - "Oh Boss that sounds sooo heroic!" - Frankie).
It was rather scary for both of us and my watch stopped and my Pet Shop Boy peaked cap was washed away from me and sank! Well Sheila threw down a coiled up ladder but it was so tricky clambering up the concave side of the yatch. So Grace and I were cold, wet and scared but things gradually looked up.
The peace (most of the time) on the Borads was sublime. The freedom to travel where we wanted to on the Broads and more or less moor our boat where ever we wanted was a delight.
Sailing even in a yatch with a motor is rather physical work and everything has to be packed away because there is so little room and because the yatch sways from side to side. It is rather like camping or skiing and I think I quite like it and we will do it again.
Best to all,
Bill-on-boat
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