MEN OVERBOARD!

There we were, sorting out the cheese and pickle sandwiches and decanting the tea into bone china set out on a bench along the trestle in front of the rowing club. I did notice this sixsome press off the pier at a rate of knots. I said to Mum, "Ooh! They're going rather quickly."

There's a sharp turn to make, coming off the rowing club and back down the Gorge to the Harbour.

I hadn't turned back to our picnic for three seconds and there came SHOUTS and an almighty SPLASH!

The outrigger flipped on the turn!! All six of them overboard!

A segment of sandwich fell to the trestle as I shouted "fuckin hell!" and prepared to dive in! Mum drew in what sounded like her very last breath and shouted "BELINDA!!"

"Oh!! Sorry Mam!".


Here`s them righting themselves. Two shoving up the outrigger, two pulling back, two twisting either end.

They were rather low in the water after and had to do a bit of bailing with their baseball caps.

Then they set off down the Gorge to the Harbour.