Sunday, 11 September 2011

The Bridge Stop

I am at a loss to understand why, when the bridge is only a hundred yards away, do boaters go speeding up to it, slam into reverse, bow slams across the canal. Don’t worry about the ducks, they might be able to get out of the way. Unlike the fish who are sucked into the propeller.

Out of control, a crew member jumps an impossible gap nearly falls back in the canal and only just gets their foot out of the water before it is crushed by the boat. The clouds of black diesel exhaust dissipates slowly.

Surely it is better to arrive in a calm controlled manner looking like you know what you are doing, than in a flurry of boiling white water maiming, killing, destroying and upsetting the peace and looking like a total pratt, but so many seem to want to look like a pratt.

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