Caught on camera
Ian Burton
‘Use the lock to reach your masthead,’ said a friend in Portishead Marina control. Tide out, I healed the boat over and replaced my faulty VHF antenna. Motoring astern, I manoeuvred my Eygthene 24 back into the marina in the warm sun with that confident glow you get with your first boat, one bare foot placed casually on the tiller ready to fend off the harbour wall, arms outstretched to turn back to my berth.
The night before was cool, and now everything had a covering of dew, including my deck. As I pushed off the wall, my feet slipped, dumping me like a stricken tortoise. In the fall, I kicked my throttle lever fully forward. Trying to get up, I blindly grasped the tiller,…