Can add a tale here.... Was out on "Samarkand" form AlphaCraft with friends moored at Ranworth. I wanted a pint or three but nobody else did. Wanted to watch bloody TV all night. We had a dingy so, while they were all avidly glued to the telly, I slipped the mooring ropes and gently towed the boat out into the middle, slipped down the mud plug and went for said pints! As I reached the quay I heard a voice complaining the TV ariel needed moving!
They never did seem to see the funny side!