Thought I'd better give my account before Derek does.
Derek (Sea Sparkle) and I decided to see if there were any flounders up towards Wareham.
So I launched at Cobbs at about 10:00, under the bridge at about 10:20 and had a call from Sea Sparkle as he passed the ferry terminal to see where I was. By the time I reached our mark up by the mouth of the river Frome, Derek, Diane and Ken were already fishing. I dropped the anchor about 30 yards from them and Gerry and I got stuck in to what we hoped was going to be a very productive day.
I was sat back relaxing watching my two rods, when I noticed the well where my fuel tanks sit was full of water, I switched on the bilge pump which quickly emptied it and I pondered where all the water had come from. I hosed down inside and out after Tuesday's trip, but I remembered removing the bung to drain everything out (can you see where this is going?), that's when it hit me, I couldn't remember putting the bung back in.
There was only one thing for it, tilt the engine up, strip off (whilst trying not to frighten/excite Diane) and see if I could reach the bung (if it was still hanging on), from the boarding ladder and screw it back in. I couldn't believe my luck, it was dangling on the end of a thin bit of plastic and I could reach it, so I screwed it back in, climbed back aboard, dried off, dressed and enjoyed a nice hot cup of coffee.
After about an hour I decided the flounders weren't going to co-operate, so I moved to "Rob's Rock" and tried for some plaice. Before long Sea Sparkle and Now-Or-Never were moored nearby, they both caught plaice while Gerry and I blanked.
What did I learn from the experience?
1. Check the bung is in before launching (it's now on the check list).
2. Carry an emergency bung.
3. Luckily I carry a couple of bath towels sealed in a plastic bag.