{"id":2422,"date":"2023-09-08T15:43:38","date_gmt":"2023-09-08T15:43:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/racecoast.net\/omstest\/?p=2422"},"modified":"2023-09-08T15:43:38","modified_gmt":"2023-09-08T15:43:38","slug":"a-little-local-difficulty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/racecoast.net\/omstest\/a-little-local-difficulty\/","title":{"rendered":"A little local difficulty"},"content":{"rendered":"

You don\u2019t appreciate just how big Poole Harbour really is until you row from Pottery Pier to the little beach in the fishing boat marina.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s 1.3 nautical miles (Poole Harbour being the second biggest natural harbour in the world \u2013 second only to Sydney, apparently).<\/p>\n

I row at two knots \u2013 but then, I have all the time in the world\u2026<\/p>\n

Rowing back and thinking about last weekend\u2019s trip to Jersey to visit my son Olly and his family, it seemed astonishing that it is 40 years since I used to ferry Olly and his younger brother George across the harbour in a dramatically overloaded inflatable.<\/p>\n

In those days, it was from the mooring off Brownsea Island to the Lilliput Yacht Station (now a block of flats).<\/p>\n

Admittedly, I wasn\u2019t rowing; we had a Suzuki 2hp, and the inflatable was a Tinker Tramp with double buoyancy chambers.<\/p>\n

But we were definitely overloaded \u2013 particularly on the outward passage. The boys had their bags on their laps in the hope of keeping them dry. I needed a free hand to steady the pile of victuals as we navigated the Middle Ship Channel with its freighters and ferries. If we met the pilot boat, everything was going to get soaked anyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you ever think that was just a teeny bit irresponsible?\u201d I asked over the Braye beach caf\u00e9\u2019s crab linguine.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all,\u201d said Olly. \u201cI assumed you knew what you were doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, such faith!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil you got me up in the middle of the night to look for rocks\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I had rather forgotten about this. But now it\u2019s out there, I suppose the story must be told\u2026<\/p>\n

It must have been a few years later because Olly was about 14 and George 12. I had delivered Largo <\/em>to Plymouth in anticipation of a West Country cruise without having to spend 18 hours bashing them across Lyme Bay into a Force 6. But as we travelled down on the train, the sun shone, and a northwesterly 4 promised a perfect passage to the other side.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we set off as soon as we arrive, we can be in Morgat tomorrow in time for a late dinner in Caf\u00e9 du Port,\u201d I enthused.<\/p>\n

Olly and George were up for it.<\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t it amazing how trusting children can be?<\/p>\n

Suffice it to say, dinner the following night did not find us diving into cauldrons of moules. Instead, I suspect it might have been something rather hurried, like a handful of biscuits as I searched for Les Pl\u00e2tresses <\/em>in the gathering dusk.<\/p>\n

It was sometime in the middle of the night when both boys were tucked up in their sleeping bags, and the night was as black as only a moonless night can be when you have neglected to look up the time of moonrise, that the Grande Vioti\u00e8re<\/em> (Fl. R. 4s.) seemed to get itself mixed up with the Tournant et Lochris \u00a0<\/em>(Fl. (2) R. 6s.)<\/p>\n

Somehow, this did not seem the moment to go below to get the Seafix out of its bracket and start looking up frequencies for radio beacons (NW France).<\/p>\n

Olly took up the story, aware that my grandson Benedict\u2019s opinion of me was shrinking with each unfortunate turn of events.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou woke me up and said you needed me in the cockpit to keep a lookout for rocks,\u201d Olly went on, rather in the manner of midshipman Hornblower pointing out to the First Lieutenant that the French were now behind them as well as in front \u2026 and on both sides\u2026<\/p>\n

Well, I had suspected something might be wrong because a fishing boat had spent an awfully long time shining a searchlight at me \u2013 presumably wondering what a single navigation light was doing where no light had a right to be.<\/p>\n

And the searchlight must have ruined whatever night vision age and nature had left me, because, no sooner did Olly poke his head out of the companionway than he said: \u201cThere are rocks over there…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust over there. You can see the waves breaking on them.\u201d<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t seem the moment to argue. I spun Largo <\/em>on a sixpence and headed straight for the fishing boat \u2013 presumably, he knew where he was\u2026<\/p>\n

It was breakfast we had in Morgat instead of dinner\u2013 and a lovely week in the \u00cesles de Gl\u00e8nan. The unfortunateness was all forgotten on the trip back \u2013 setting out as we did in broad daylight with courses and transits all drawn out carefully on the chart.<\/p>\n

Anyway, it shouldn\u2019t happen again. Now, I\u2019ve got Navionics on two phones and a tablet \u2013 and the Garmin plotter\u2026 and two VHFs with GPS\u2026<\/p>\n

Just as well, too. I\u2019ve looked up radio beacons (NW France), and they don\u2019t seem to be there any more\u2026<\/p>\n

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Olly, then.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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…and now.<\/p>\n

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…and Benedict.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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