RSPCA and a huge ladder

Written about later o­n in the week at Ramsey…..
(I had drawn a diagram of the veritcal ladder up the side of the harbour.)

It deserves mention, if for nothing else then for the remarkable fact that none of us complained or whinged about taking life in hand; not even the dog, who had to suffer the indignity of various means of getting her up and down. It was unfortunate that the best method involved the Captain dropping his trousers to stuff jacket inside – partially zipping up jacket under tightly belted trousers, making a pouch like a kangaroo and then stuffing the dog inside. It was even more unfortunate that o­ne of these performances was viewed by a 14yr old RSPCA member. She was vociferous in her demands as to what he was doing to that dog; declared her credentials and stood by – whether to hit the Captain o­n the head and rescue the dog or to summon help (and presumably a firing squad) – was not clear.

My comments here about a firing squad reflect the way I found life o­n the Isle of Man quite difficult. It was a bit like going back 40yrs in time to a closed type of society. Maybe my reaction said more about my own state of mind at the time.

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