So, sun is out this morning, weather looks fine for the day and tides are freiendly. Hitch up the boat and head down to Hythe to launch. Some stupid chav almost drives straight into me on the way down.
Back the trailer down the slip. Almost top of the tide so plenty of space. jump in and get a gentle push back down the trailer. drop the engine and ...........
Nothing. check the battery isolator. fine. check the battery terminals... good connection. turn the key. . clunk!
Jump over the side, get the boat back secured on the trailer. pull it back up the ramp, engine cover off. starter motor is spining the flywheel, just. about as lively is me on a sunday morning with a hangover.
Spend the next hour trying to a, find out whats wrong and b, fix it so i can get down to cowes to meet a man about some seats.
Having tried to give the battery some charge for another car, removing plugs, attempting a manual start (and snaping the pull cord) it made no differance what so ever! Packed up and came home feeling very
To make things worse it looks like some electrical gremlins have crawled into my light board just to round my day off.
Sorry for the rant but if i didnt get it out of my system i might have just kicked the cat! (Hyperthetically speaking of course!)