Having a finger on the pulse
May 12, 2022
3 minutes
Our big pier is the lifeboat pier, Britain’s most northerly, and she’s had several ‘shouts’ this year. I was just sailing back into the marina when I heard the roar of the lifeboat engine starting, and saw yellow oilskinned men running down the pier.
It’s always a worrying moment, knowing that some poor soul is in difficulties. Not this time, though. Naturally my berth neighbour knew all about it: an empty boat spotted floating
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