This is the sight that greeted me at the end of a couple of days hard work over the weekend.
At the time the temperature was hovering around 4 C, wind gusting to a force 8 and it was getting dark.
The last thing I need when I'm all packed up and ready to go home for a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath - with a cool beer to hand. Grrr.
Completely my fault, as the rib should have been left facing the prevailing wind and the outgoing tide.
The options I have for getting ashore when greeted with a flooded rib are:
- Get cold and wet opening the rib's (hbi) elephant trunks, the drain tubes at the back of the rib, then take the rib for a spin to drain it out while getting even colder.
- Use the flat sided bucket I was so proud of. Just not practical given the volume of water, though I suppose I would soon warm up.
- Unlock everything, get out the generator and mains electric pump I was so happy not to have to be using, and let technology take the strain while I stay dry.
- Let the little on-board bilge pump to do it's thing. Not even remotely a serious option here.
There seems to be a twisted sort of poetic justice going on here.
Ahh well, if I couldn't take a joke I wouldn't have bought a boat, or two.