Memoirs Of An Ordinary Man

You would think that someone who was ex-navy would have fared a little better than Tim actually managed. As he lifted his leg to get in, a wave caught the dinghy, and the rope created a loop around his foot. There was fear on his face as the second wave caught the dinghy and the rope dragged at his leg, removing fifty percent of his support and his position quickly changed from vertical to horizontal. There he was, laid out like a starfish on his back in six inches of seawater. The third and fourth waves broke over the unfortunate Tim, who was still attached by one foot to the side of the dinghy. There was a splutter. Then having expelled the seawater, and in finest profane Yorkshire dialect, asked if I was “Trying to bloody well drown him”. A fifth wave shut him up, good job too, there were children on the beach!