Quiet afternoon

Yesterday we moored up at a lovely spot called Bramble cuttings enven the name sounds tranquil, for an afternoon of fishing, reading and in general doing nothing as boaters do before gin time. We were sitting enjoying the sunny afternoon as the morning had been quite wet When! we were rammed by a boat containing four young men of indistinct reputation.
At the helm was a young man, who in my opinion and the opinion of boaters moored to my stern was in fact drunk or if not drunk certainly not in charge of all his faculties, was skippering the offending craft.
The bend at Bramble cuttings is very slow and gentle he had however managed to ram our boat broadside, the first impact managed to rip away one of our fenders. the poor unfortunate youth seemed unable to understand his left from right or forward and reverse the young mans brain must be one of those that work in reverse. After the first ramming another young man took over the helm and managed to get the bow out of my boat, having achieved this the second idiot gave the tiller and throttle to the original idiot who proceeded to have another go and rammed me for a second time this dislodging a fishing rod from the roof of my boat. A boater moored to my rear came to assistance and together we managed to push the offending boat back to the centre of the canal were yet another member of the crew took the tiller and guided it away from our moored boats and rammed it into the opposite bank were upon it came to an abrupt halt in the muddy bank, unfortunatly spilling them and thier beer across the length and breath of the boat.
When we challenged them about their inadequacies on boat handling, we were given abuse and told to “get over it, It’s only a boat. at this outrageous remark about dearly beloved Buggerlugs, I offered, as is my right to arrange the young mans teeth so he could eat his next meal through his Bum, this seem to upset the rest of his crew who were just picking themselves of the deck of their now stranded boat, by this time many boaters had come to my aid most were offering to hold my coat but a few of the adventurous ones or those who had had an afternoon on the gin were rolling up their selves and wanting to get stuck in. However as by this time there was a good amount of water between us and the offending crew the likely hood of a "gun fight at the OK corral"seemed very remote
We the Innocent ones decided now to just sit back and watch the motley crew extradite their now very stranded mud bound boat " there is a very easy way to get a boat of a mud bank that all boaters know but why spoil our fun" after almost 30mins of our side laughing and the opposing team sweating, swearing, heaving and towing we said goodbye to a now far more sober and quieter crew.

This is just to point out that not every day is peace and tranquility

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