Today nbEllie May arrived at the bridge. He asked if those were the moorings. I said, “No Sir!” asked and answered. “You will find moorings round in Shipton.” He moaned. His wife came and asked why they couldn’t moor in the turning point. I pointed out that any hire boat coming through the bridge could do them some serious damage and of course the rest of the space was a BW private mooring.
I crossed the bridge to advise Mr Grumpy Guts of the situation here a Thrupp. His wife said, “This man says… To which he said, “Who is he? What is his job? I explained as politely as I could that I was a local boater and that I would help him to understand what was what here in Thrupp. I knew he wasn’t going to listen he was very aggressive and demeaning. I explained the situation to him. “I know the rules,” he said. “I’ve been boating for years.” “I had dinner with a CRT director.” Well I nearly lost it at this point. I wanted to throw him in the water, but I said “It doesn’t matter who you had dinner with, you cant moor in a winding hole.”
A right F***ing asshole. What is most annoying is that he passed at least three moorings outside the Jolly Boatman. The little shit was spoiling for a fight. When he left the water point he shouted threats at me, but only after he was in the middle of the wide