PE Dock Fun and Supper
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 20 Dec 2019 23:57
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Dock Fun and
Supper
  Once all the ropes and tethers were
in place it was time to nip next-door-but-two to see Patricia and Allen
(Nauti Nauti) with a docking beverage. Getting off Beez should
be simple with the staircase ??? Errr.... not a bit.
The whole walkway swings, each pontoon dances and our ropes have to be slack
enough to move with both forces. The trick is to hop from our gate to the second
step this side and use Beez to steady for the climb and over the other
side.......Easy, errrrr..... no – a case of timing and balance – not to be done
in high heels or under any influence or things could easily end
badly........
  The dock is littered with One Careful Owners and as Port Elizabeth is renowned for
being ‘a bit blowy’ there is much evidence of tethers, extra ropes and frayed failures. A local said “there is no real problem
here unless it blows to 60 knots”. OH ER. Bad enough keeping balance in gusts of
20 knots.
 Battleship or yacht
???
  A particular
favourite with quite a mussel farm along the
waterline.
  Another classic
girl.
 More detritus from past
wear and tear.
 The Winner. The medal goes to our next-door-but-one for the ingenious use of
paint applied to his bimini cover, the owner is well suited to his steed as
well.
At six we all bimbled toward the
eatery. A meandering path between bowsprits, ropes, uneven passage joints and
the natural swinging about. The Yacht Club here does not welcome visitors but
next door does, and for a few drinks or a meal we can use the showers (– that
done) we settled to post-journey, onward journey and ever-present weather
conversations.
  A jolly chap served us and I have to
say I enjoyed the best salad I have ever eaten out.
Chicken, feta cheese, avocado on cucumber, lettuce and tomato with a light chili
mayo. Bear didn’t fancy steak so he settled for chicken
schnitzel with mushroom sauce, sadly no baked potato but he was brave, he
and Allen had shared baked camembert as a starter so no one went hungry.
 At seven the Sea
Rescue boys got a shout (query a drowning – common along this coast with
the amount of rip currents).
   It took over six minutes for the two
boys on trailer duty to get the craft launched away, run over the bridge, hop aboard and roar away. By the time they left my nerves
were full of jangle as to the method of release, but, that is not to say these
volunteers do a fantastic job, because they do.
 Tired bunnies, we set off. As we
passed the Yacht Club we saw this sign. Time to
renegotiate the assault course back to our various girls and an early
night.......
ALL IN ALL SETTLED IN
INTERESTING SURROUNDINGS
QUITE A LOT OF BUMPING ABOUT THE
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