Alan, I have read with despair some of the comments on the MBY forum, but lets just be glad that the furthest most of them will ever get (if they ever get out of there arm chairs) is the lock at Port Solent. Imagine the carnage if they made it to the Solent. As if to prove the point an interesting but true story, so pull up a chair or sand bag in Flankers case.
The scene, Chichester harbour late September 1995, ie after the boat show. Four potential powerboat instructors and one instructor/trainer are standing on a pontoon having a smoke break in the course whilst discussing the merits and teaching points of the lesson on turning a powerboat around by ropes. Everyone is paying attention as one of us is going to have to teach this in a minute.
meandering down the channel comes 25 feet of new white yacht compelete with husband, wife, two kids and dog all dressed in very fetching and matching yellow sailing suits, life jackets and safety harnesses clipped on. Husband leans over the side towards us and asks, "which way to the sea" !
Stunned the five of us look at each other in agast! Surely not.
After a brief pause the relisation dawns on us he is serious and more to the point what should we tell him. Right at the bottom of the channel goes to the sea were he is bound become another statistic for the RNLI or left up Chichester harbour were by the time he gets up to Chi Pool it will be late afternoon, he will have had a great days cruise and not endangered himself.
We tell him left to which he thanks us as he sails on past. Actually he is making four knots, three of which are due to the tide ebbing and only one knot from the sails because he hasn't a clue how to set them.
We finish the lesson quick time desperate to get the rib going again and chase after him, just to see what happens next, but the trainer has other ideas - like keeping the hell out of the way!
I now treat all yachts and gin palaces with equal distrust, this guy might have moved up to a bigger boat