Connemara (Mirage 27) was new to me at the time and I had spent some time figuring out a combination of line and shackles that would allow me to keep the boarding ladder in place, but allow me to drop it from the water as well as from the cockpit.
On a sunny midday week in Toronto, I was washing the deck and put the mop down for a minute. It started to slip out of the boat, so I grabbed for it. Of course, I tripped over the handle and went arse over teakettle into our basin, which is not the cleanest and most salubrious body of water in the world. After a thrash around, with no one nearb