As we entered The Swellies, by that island with the house on it a jetski approached at a very fast speed. He seemed to be heading for the middle of the channel where the worst of the rocks and current are.
Ah, we thought, he'll turn round in a second. But no. He kept his course and went straight over the rocks. Luckily he had a very shallow draft as he skimmed on regardless!
DM stated, "Well he's either got no brain at all or he is a very skilled jetskier with years of local knowledge."
I suspect the former...
Keith (the sweaty swollen swellie sailor) Hart