Last year, I towed this strange husband and wife team in their 8ft dinghy down the small roads and into St. Helier Harbour. He was just kicking back admiring the view whilst she was doing all the rowing. God knows where they came from or where they were heading. They were both in their sixties and I don't think they even thanked me.
Earlier this year, Jersey Coast Guard asked for help with an upturned yacht in the bay. These two guys had flipped their huge Hobie Cat and had been in the water for quite a while. By the time I reached them they were really cold and weren't thinking straight. They wanted me to tow them into a lee shore in what must have been a good Force six. I said no chance whatsoever and asked them to get in the rib and let me tow their boat to the marina. We then had a ten-minute argument about what was the right thing to do. By this time, other boats has arrived to help and all of us ended up shouting at the two guys to get out the water, which they eventually did. They had nothing on board: no radio, phone, rope, knife, flares or lifejackets. They didn't thank me either. If that's the sort of nonsense the RNLI have to tolerate then they all deserve medals.