I need to write this down in order to prevent myself making a third mistake.
We’d taken out four non-sailing family friends previously this year. It was only a six mile trip to the Farne Islands yet the boys turned up wearing only jeans and fashion tops. The parents, being scuba divers, and having some common-sense wore wind and shower proof clothes. It was breezy and spray was about. Without yottie gear it was chilling.
They moved about the boat without holding on, hoping to balance in the wave motion. I cringed, as it was a complete bloody shambles. We fed them warm soup and they saw all the delights that the Farnes are famous for. We returned to Seahouses harbour with chilled lads and a touch of seasickness in the mum.
Ignoring that lesson I recently agreed to take my old pal with his young family of wife and two kids from Amble to Holy Island (21M). I had asked if one of the adults might like to take the car to H.I. just in case? This suggestion was brushed aside – and I fell for it. Three out of four were sea sick, only the daughter remained immune and able-bodied. One found relief by being glued to the horizon, the males had to lie horizontal on deck. But worse, our sick passengers became quite demanding. If I should go below to write the log or do some navigation there came a constant stream of requests from the disabled who feared going below, to pass up this, or find that. It would be found in this bag. Or maybe that bag.
No, I will not take more than one novice again. I really mean it. You may shoot me if it happens again!