Before I married himself he owned a sailing dingy, an Enterprise. He loved it. He used to take me out sailing and in an effort to impress, I tucked my feet into the strap(not sure what it's called) and leaned out over the side to add my weight, which was about a stone lighter than it is today to the balance.
I don't think i'd do the same today in such a small boat.
Call it entrapment if you like but once i married him all that hanging over the side nonsense came to an end so he sold The Enterprise and bought a Laser, he was able to sail that alone thank God.
The Laser was sold to buy a bathroom for our first house. Don't feel sorry for him, he has a fine old wooden sailing boat now and a Rankin which is a smaller wooden boat that can be sailed or used to take me around the harbour under engine. Much more my thing than sailing .
During Celtic Tiger days every Tom, Dick and Harry seemed to be arriving into the Harbour in a boat. There were sailing boats, motor boats and jet skis being sailed and powered by very inexperienced would be boatmen. It's a lot quieter today, the madness didn't last long enough for there to be carnage. The images below were taken in Baltimore boatyard. I called the Title, Boatyard/Graveyard because the place is full of abandoned dreams.
Camera settings- Camera used Canon 70D, lens used Tamron 10-24mm@17mm, exp 1/100sec, f16, ISO 100
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