Senen ? Noooooo, well okay.
The scene, an August Saturday lunchtime, scorchy hot, tourists everwhere eating fish and chips (again).
The gentle slip we had been told about turned out to be 45 degrees! and drops about 30 metres onto soft sand. Lots of revs from the V8 Landrover and the tourists leg it off the slip as 45 feet of rib and tonka toy decend downwards onto the sand only for the landrover to dig straight in up to the axles.
unhitching the trailer doesn't help even with eight lads pushing she just goes down further. Eventually with lots of brute force and ignorance we get the two front wheels back on the slip.
Abandoning the Landie the rib and trailer are pushed into the sea and the rib floats off, err well no actually. Okay push the tailer a bit further. Nope, the rib still won't float, hmm okay further still until Mal standing at the stern can't touch the bottom any longer. Okay rock the boat from side to side its got to come free. By now the sweat is running down inside the drysuits and eight lads are completely b******s.
Eventually Mal sees a little piece of rope disappearing over the back of the transom down to the trailer. Yep the one that meant to stop the rib falling off the trailer down the M5. Didn't even think about trying to untie the knots just touched it with a knife and bang the rib is free and the trailer is in five feet of water below. Trailer dragged out with the 40m shot line and everthing secured. We did dive but missed slack water and ended up drifting over flat sand in the middle of nowhere.
Returning to the slip tide had gone out and left great big rocks everywhere, real fun trying to move the trailer and rib over that lot. Not to worry we will use the rope again afterall its a climbing rope bound to be strong enough. Nope, and with a twang it parted in spectacular fashion narrowly missing the remaining tourists who were running for there lives by this point. Finally got it hitched up and set off into oh, about 10 hours of August Bank holiday traffic, all trying to get out of Cornwall to go home. Use Falmouth next time, the town slip is the dogs. Pete