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Item posted: Thursday 18th April , 2013
The other week, Jonny and I set off to the Solent for a week�s sailing in arguably some of the best waters in the world (if you don�t mind the cold).
It was already panning out to be quite the adventure before we had even left Brighton. It had been blowing a gale for a few days, and still was, so we had to wait a while before we could head off west.
We used the time to do a few boat jobs � I hauled Jonny up the mast so he could fit a new steaming light (the old one had been ripped off by the jib), and in return, he hauled me further up the mast to sort out the furling halyard for the bigger genoa that we fly in lighter winds.
Satisfied with our work, we went to the supermarket to stock up for the week. I think we got a little bit carried away, as we ended up needing a trolley to carry everything back to the boat. That�s impressive, considering there were two of us, with a big backpack each, and the supermarket in Brighton Marina is only a ten minute walk away. And yet, we still needed a trolley.
Actually � we needed four trolleys.
The first trolley�s locking mechanism activated itself on the outskirts of the supermarket car park, just as a very smug-looking older lady walked past us continuing to push her trolley across the marked boundary.
I went off to fetch another; we transferred our shopping, and pushed that one 100yds before it also locked up. Jonny dragged it to the next corner, where we found yet another trolley.
After half an hour of dragging borse firmate imitazioni perfette and cursing, we made it to the fishing boat pontoon at the edge of the marina. Thinking on my feet, I skipped down the jetty to make use of one of the marina trolleys left on the pontoon. Excellent, we thought, transferring our shopping for the last time.
It was not to be.
�Hey! Oi, you two!�
A fisherman came running after us, and told us that we shouldn�t have taken �their� trolley. Apparently we could use it, but we�d have to bring it back. That sounded like more hassle than it was worth, so we transferred our shopping for the fourth time, back into the dodgy trolley, nike dunk sb high and dragged it all the way back to the boat with gritted teeth.
And that is how our week�s adventure began: with four shopping trolleys and an irate Brighton fisherman.
