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We stood for a few minutes scratching heads. The dentist boat-owner refused to admit that
he had tooted his horn!

An endless trail of cars crept past on their way to the sea side and gazed in awe at the
scene. Then quite by “coincidence” a panda car arrived complete with the local police
constable.
“Now what have we here? “he demanded in the normal way. Only to be quite happy after
seeing the owner of the boat who happened to be ‘his’ dentist, a prominent local
professional man.

(Looking down that hill into
Alford)

“Just move it Mac”, said the
constable (talking to the
dentist, the dentist being a
Scottish gentleman and this
being the generally accepted
way of speaking to the
Scottish).

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,
make sure it’s gone by then.”
He said firmly!

Well there was our challenge, an hour before the “shit hits the fan!”

Necessity develops ingenuity and I simply stopped all the traffic and commandeered about
twenty strong men who were persuade to take part in this adventure.

The question they were asked.........

“Would they try something they were never likely to get the chance to do again”?

Physically pick up a cabin cruiser and put it back on its trailer.

They did it and we were well out of the way within the hour of grace. There were no more
mishaps and the boat was duly delivered into the yard behind the owner's house.

Little did we know that we were to come back to Alford once again on a Bank Holiday and
suffer another catastrophy!!

Read “THE WINDMILL EXPRESS” in It’s a Rum Life Book Four Volume Two!

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