Cruising up to Treluggan: Pt 1
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Aground. Beached. Stuck fast. Call it what you will. Arwen balances precariously on some submerged boulders, her rudder wedged and skeg entangled by floating rafts of bladder-wrack. Oar pushing and vigorous rocking side to side have failed to dislodged her. In two feet of water I’m happy to jump out and lift her stern off the boulders but my way is blocked and it’s all terribly embarrassing. I’m trapped in my boat by a large, angry Canadian Goose. It’s ludicrous.