Boating through a gale, must of been, feeling fairly frazzled, I arrived at my next mooring. There I encountered my least favourite type of wind ( i.e. strong ) and blowing in my least favourite direction (i.e. straight off the towpath.) So anticipating needing both hands for a good game of tug o' war I lobbed a pin and hammer ashore and stepped off with the centre line.
After dragging the boat into the side, and whilst doing the usual checks for dog poo, I positioned my getting in and getting off point next to a nice firm bit of grassy bank, so all is good. My pin and hammer were by the stern so I walked back to collect them and flipped the centre line back onto the roof of the boat ?
By the time I realised what I'd done, the boat was," If you don't jump right now you'll never make it." feet away from the bank.
After considering my options for a nanosecond the boat was," well you blew that then, you can take a run up, hurl yourself against the carriage side, slide down and chin y'self on the gunnel." feet away from the bank.
With suck, squeeze, bang, blow still thumping away and dog still aboard I considered walking to the nearest bridge and doing a discrete bit of trespassing to board the boat from the off side but she seemed sure to ground well out of jumping range. So figuring I'd get wet anyway, and after looking up and down the towpath to see who would be laughing at me, I slipped delicately into the canal, grabbed the stern fender, dragged the boat back and moored up properly.
Soaked to the waist, my wellies were full of water so I did a handstand. Still the only time I got wet on account of my own boat.(SoFar)