The truth is, that despite all good intentions two weeks ago, I chickened out. I considered and pondered while the tide came in. And I let it go out again.
I felt pretty bad about it, I can tell you. I don't usually allow my fears and demons to get the better of me, but on that day I did, and I went back home with my tail between my legs.
Then last Sunday morning I got a call from Paul. 'Are we going out on the boat then?', he asked.
And so we did. We untied, went out, and came back again.
Relatively unscathed, and no harm done, despite the bloody motor cutting out AGAIN as I went from forward into reverse, just as I was coming in (hence the film ending too soon, as my operative puts the camera down to try to help).
It must be ME doing something WRONG.
I'd got new petrol and opened up the tank air vent. The motor had recently been serviced. But still it cut out. Maybe I was being too timid, and should have given it more welly.
That must be it!
What's the nautical term for 'MORE WELLY'? All answers will be considered!