Memories of some boat based adventures with 'The Captain'
All aboard, Uncle David's boat!
Life feels so good when one's afloat,
She's moored up somewhere near Pin Mill,
Where the Orwell guarantees a thrill,
But first, you must brave a leaky row,
She takes on water, but luckily slow,
Then at the mooring, climb on in,
And hoist the flag on the Pop Pin!
With main sail up, braced for the ride,
Seaward we go, upon the tide,
Soon countryside gives way to docks,
Where cranes and tankers load their stocks,
Stacked up so high, the ships are vast,
Towering above our tiny mast,
We get past quick as we can be,
Before they thunder out to sea!
Onwards up the coast we go,
Right past beach huts at Felixstowe,
Then dodging shingle banks, we see,
A passage up the estuary,
Marked out with buoys to line the channel,
All eyes are on the depth count panel!
Once in, it's past the seal's haunt,
Travelling upstream, on our adventurous jaunt,
The Deben is a welcome sight,
And provides our mooring for the night,
And once the buoy has been located,
The 'escape pod' dingy needs inflated,
By 'chance' it seems a treat's in store;
A pub's located back on shore!
At The Captain's table, we laugh and chatter,
And share a monstrous seafood platter!
Now, the torch in error, was left behind,
So in the dark, we had to find,
Pop Pin amidst the other craft,
Rowing in our rubber raft,
Lit by the moon; the route deduced,
And back on board, hot chocs produced,
We drank it under starry skies;
Up on deck with sleepy eyes,
Then bedded down; attached to mooring,
To the sound of birds and someone snoring!
I.Martin
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