After the long trip, we didn’t rush to get up. Having
finally managed this herculean feat, we were sitting in the pilothouse, on the
phone to Phil Roach the Nordhavn man talking about arranging some things when
the mast and rigging of the scruffy old wooden yacht that was moored ahead of
us appeared right alongside our bow. It should not be there. Never ever.
Much shouting and rushing outside found the idiot skipper
had headed off with the tide carrying him onto us, having ignored the advice of
other people on the pontoon to “pull his boat back to get some clearance before
trying to motor out”. The folks on the pontoon were dragging him back off us
and the bemused / hopeless skipper of the yacht (singlehanded of course) was
rushing about trying to fend off.
He had given the anchor a good clunk, but also managed to
nicely scratch and gouge the port topsides our boat with his rigging /
stanchions / whatever – yes, our newly cleaned and sealed hull that caused so
much muscle ache recently:
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The frustration for us is that the marks will not simply polish out,
they will need properly repairing and getting a good long lasting colour match
for the gelcoat colour is never easy. Grr again. Also, as it is high up, the
repair might need the boat to be out of the water for access.
The biggest worry is his insurer – he told us it was “Basic
boat insurance Ltd”. Does not bode well.
After lunch, to calm down, we took the RIB to Trelissick and
went for a walk around the woodlands, with a cream tea stop half way:
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The two woodland walks are just lovely with great views at
this time of year before the trees develop more leaves.
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That helped us calm down as did G&T / wine in the
evening!
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Thanks for your ideas / cheek / corrections / whatever! They should hit the blog shortly after the system checks them to make sure they will not put us or you in jail.....