Every now and then, taking advantage of a particularly low tide, experienced members cross the estuary to gradually secure their moorings back in their original position and every morning last week they ventured onto the sandbank, hoisting and lifting the heavy chains and ropes, sinking in mud to their thighs hoping they were not going to lose their waders in full view of spectators.
For me it was easy work, watching as I was from the safety of the shore with a camera in my hand, but the nature of their work was well beyond my capabilities needing expertise that only years of sailing could provide. It was dangerous and strenuous, lifting and pulling, sinking deep into the mud with every step.
The air was fine and warm, no wind, such was the tranquility of the morning that an onlooker could easily be confused into thinking the work was easy and safe. The beauty of the day could only be enhanced by the warm hospitality of the members, the spirit of their boating community was contagious and it felt good to be a part of it if only for a few hours.
Amble Boat Club use and sail their boats in the most traditional and unpretentious way, in a typically Northumbrian way, no frills, and if I wasn't such a coward and afraid of the sea I might join!
