Bowling Alley

In the mid seventies, I was an avid ten pin bowling player, belonging to two leagues.
My ball weighed in at fourteen pounds, I had my own shoes and a personal locker set me back £5 a year.
The team I played for came third in the league, and my partner and I were runners-up in the mixed doubles.
bowling alleyWith a maximum score of 300 available, my best ever game was 265.
I tended to throw a Brooklyn strike (a curve ball coming across the lane to hit the One pin side on), but if I hit the pin dead centre, I was nearly always left with a 7 – 10 split.
bowling pinsI have only known one person actually hit both pins to score a ‘spare’ by rolling the ball tight along the side with sufficient force to clip the 10 pin and knock it sideways to take out the 7.
When I got married and hurt my back, my ten pin bowling days were more or less over.

That was until we bought the boat and now we play on the water.

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These pictures were taken in April last year

As we hadn’t started the engine since we returned from Stratford Upon Avon on the 18th July, we took the boat out today but shortly after clearing the marina entrance, we were soon in the midst of half a dozen sail boats going in all directions.

The rule of the water is to keep to the right, unless you are a sail boat and then you just make it up as you go along. We had no choice but to reduce our already slow speed, sound our (new) horn, and just hope no-one hit us.
Hubby took the tiller and we played ’roundabout’, letting them all go round us rather than try a direct line through them.

Further up river, we noticed a group of rowers getting ready to take to the water, and as we were only going to be out for about an hour, knew we would meet up with them on the way back.
I turned the boat round just under the motorway bridge, feeling sorry for those above us in camper vans and touring caravans rushing off on their holidays or perhaps coming home. We had seen little on the river since the sailing club, and didn’t have to rush anywhere!
Sure enough though, on the return journey, there were 8 rowing boats in the water, and one rower asked us which side of the river we were supposed to be on! When I said the right, she said  ‘Oh. Not like driving then.’

We hit round two of the sailing club , and it was even worse than going up.
Not because there were more boats, but because two had decided to stop mid river and have a chat, one was practicing playing chicken in front of bigger vessels (cruisers) either by design or error, and another was so intent of keeping out of our way, they went nose first into the reeds!
Again slowing our speed and allowing them all plenty of room, Hubby had to keep to the left, sounding our horn to let them know we were coming through, and luckily nobody tried to do anything clever.
We thanked them as we passed, then Hubby turned into the marina and moored up.

The boat is still running beautifully and as an added bonus, we’ll have lashing of hot water for about 24 hours!
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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Bowling Alley

  1. colinandray says:

    The “Rules of the Road” are so important on the water that there should be a mandatory basic training session before being allowed out and in control of a boat. Sail will always have right of way over power, but they (sail) must understand the limitations of a power boat …. especially one like yours! Based on your various observations, I can only imagine two sailboats on your stretch of river approaching each other and on different tacks! I would love to see the end result! 🙂

    • Obviously we can’t stop or turn on a sixpence, so it is much safer and easier for us to slow down as much as possible and let the sail boats sort themselves out around us.

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