Originally Posted by actions
Know the feeling.
1997. Yamaha 50hp four stroke. Avon 4m. Pwllheli to Malahide, Ireland. About 80nm. 3 on board.
Straight run across on a mirror flat sea.
First job on arriving Malahide was to find petrol as we were running on fumes.
The petrol lad said ' where youse from' 'Wales' said I.
'Yerra feck off' said he. 'There's no way you've come across the channel in dat little dinghy. The Irish sea is designed to keep you English f*ckers out.
He fixed us up with digs at his Moms B and B and a good night out in Malahide High street.
Next morning, back on the boat, sun burning the eyeballs out. 10 miles offshore you couldn't see you're hand in front of your face due to mist.
Not nice being in the ferry channel hearing their horns going off every few minutes.
Got to Bardsey sound without mishap on a flat sea when it suddenly changed to 4m overfalls.
The boat wasn't bothered but we were sh*tting ourselves.
Landed on Bardsey for a rest and wee wee and off again on a flattish sea back to Pwllheli.
Kit was Flare pack, handheld radio and Garmin 76 portable. Black pudding and onion sandwich each and a can of Fanta.
Done it since at night which was another tale in itself.