A Word In Your Ear - September 18, 2014

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Regulars at my local pushed the boat out last weekend. They invited me to join their nautical adventure on Lancaster Canal but that would have brought disaster.

I’ve always been a 
Jonah for boats.

On canals I’ve twice been ‘marooned’ on narrow boats that broke down (fortunately near country pubs), as well as a barge on Norfolk Broads.

When living in Essex I joined a weekend trip on a Thames sailing barge.

We hit a river sandbank after leaving port at Maldon.

The vessel remained there months, while we crawled ashore across stinking mud flats.

At sea I brought mortal danger. A friend’s motor/sailor yacht was rescued by the Coastguard at Conway when I was with him.

“Never had trouble 
before,” the owner muttered.

Most spectacular was a catamaran sail while working in Hong Kong.

We raced across the South China Sea on my friend’s Hobie Cat.

“Best go about and 
return,” cautioned his wife, “we’re a long way out.”

As we did, one of the hulls split with a noise like a whip’s crack.

My pal at the helm went pale.

“Is it bad?” I asked.

“I’ll try to keep that hull out the water on a long tack,” he said, adding, “when it does touch down, we’ll sink like a stone.”

We did, but by then close to the shoreline where, seeing our plight, others came out in rescue.

His yacht was lost.

“How did your boat trip go?” I asked barmaid ‘Luscious’ Lou this week.

She organised it with ‘Big Tony’.

“Great!” said Lou, “though we got stuck for a while, something wrapped in the propeller.

“I sang the Titanic theme in the bow.”

“Lucky I wasn’t there,” I told her, “it would have been an iceberg – bigger even than Tony.”

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