“Who stole my ladder?” is a familiar cry amidst the laid-up boats in the average yard at fitting-out time, for ladders – good ones that is – are like hens’ teeth. You’d be wise to lock yours to your trailer if it is precious, like the one I found lurking in the undergrowth behind a blue glassfibre derelict boat at Johnson & Loftus’s in Ullapool last year.
As ladders go this was neither