Wednesday, 11 June 2008
the mast
During the winter,i h
ad a lucky escape involving the comet,a boat tied up i
nside of mine which the owner alan hunt is converting into a square rigged ship.a strong northerly gale blew one night in november,and as usual,what with the sound of fenders creaking and the boats running in the harbour it wasnt easy to sleep.however 7am something woke me with a start,my girlfriend who'd been awake most of the night,sat up in bed.'what the hell was that?'she asked,wide eyed.'ah nothing 'i said',just a fender popping off the rail or something,go back to sleep'.'what about the boat with the big mast next door,do you think its alright?'she asked.'course it is' i said'she's designed to go out in gales of wind,go back to sleep'.3 hours later i got up to see the remains of the 95 foot forard mast laying accross the quay and the front end of an expensive bmw stove in.the whole lot had come down,i was so lucky the wind had been northerly,or my boat would have got it.gail my neighbour had gone to work 10 mins before it fell,she'd been parked underneath it's path.it was a miracle no one got hurt.
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