Sunday night in Islington Bay ... its around 1am and the 50 or more yachts and launches are quietly at anchor with crew asleep. Its a calm clear night and sound travels far and is amplified at night in the cooler air.
As if in a dream I hear a distant radio that just keeps getting louder and Louder and LOUDER.A boat is slowly making its way up the eastern edge of the bay, deliberately with stereo full on. It keeps going as far as it dares and then heads back down on the western side to locate somewhere near Yankee wharf.
The noise continues until, in quieter moments between songs various people yell into the night to tell the person responsible to "turn it off". He or she doesn't take a blind bit of notice and the noise continues unabated for a couple of hours. Finally a brave soul ventures out in a tender. He reaches the boat and voices what we are all thinking. How brazen and selfish can you be? Surprisingly the music stops and we can now hear our savior clearly telling Pickety Witch to cut it. And they do cut it.
So a big thank you to the brave sailor who restored tranquility.
And to Pickety Witch, choose an empty bay to play in you loosers.
PICKETY WITCH: the same old feeling
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Sunday night in Islington Bay ... its around 1am and the 50 or more yachts and launches are quietly at anchor with crew asleep. Its a calm clear night and sound travels far and is amplified at night in the cooler air.
As if in a dream I hear a distant radio that just keeps getting louder and Louder and LOUDER.A boat is slowly making its way up the eastern edge of the bay, deliberately with stereo full on. It keeps going as far as it dares and then heads back down on the western side to locate somewhere near Yankee wharf.
The noise continues until, in quieter moments between songs various people yell into the night to tell the person responsible to "turn it off". He or she doesn't take a blind bit of notice and the noise continues unabated for a couple of hours. Finally a brave soul ventures out in a tender. He reaches the boat and voices what we are all thinking. How brazen and selfish can you be? Surprisingly the music stops and we can now hear our savior clearly telling Pickety Witch to cut it. And they do cut it.
So a big thank you to the brave sailor who restored tranquility.
And to Pickety Witch, choose an empty bay to play in you loosers.