I suppose I am as guilty as anyone for laughing at someone who trips
or stumbles. Just as long as they don't hurt themselves and the only
thing bruised is their pride. Today it was deemed to be my long awaited
turn again! The Memsahib had been doing the washing in the machine on
the boat. I think she does all this washing just to give herself
something to do.
As always happens, the water pump starts to
splutter indicating that the fresh tank was nearing empty. So we turned
around, and dropped back down through the bottom lock at Hillmorton and
onto the water point. I had the Memsahib hanging onto the centre line
while I tied up the stern. The wind was blowing the boat off the bank
and the Memsahib was starting to lose the battle. Like all good
skippers I came to her rescue.
She has looped the rope looped
through a ring. I reached for the rope. Which just as I got a good grip
of it, suddenly went slack. I was teetering on the edge. When a couple
of hands gave me what felt like a gentle push. Though she says she was
trying to stop me from falling in!
The water was surprisingly
warm and deep. So I stripped off to the waist and like all good skippers
secured the boat. Thanks go to a family of hire boaters who helped me
out of the water. Apologies go to a young lady on a passing boat who was
confronted by me in my budgie smugglers.
Its been six years
since I last went for a look under the boat, which was at Sprotborough
lock. However, afterwards I remembered the last time the Memsahib fell
in was just a few yards away at Hillmorton bottom lock.
Coincidence or karma?
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