A MARINER’S TALE
(Valedhelgwath might like this one)
Back in the 90’s I was a member of a sailing club in London, mostly dinghies but also with some offshore sailing. I was asked to crew due to my sailing on the river and navigation skills, though no actual offshore experience. I joined a 29’ sloop, (that’s a boat with one mast), with the intent of racing from Yarmouth to Dartmouth and then sailing to France for a holiday. After setting off for the race from Yarmouth, which lasted five minutes due to forestay snapping, mast in danger of crashing into cockpit etc. we eventually got it fixed and set off for a holiday in France. After another series of adventures and mishaps we eventually arrived off the west coast of Brittany, just outside the Brest channel. Anyone from that part of the world will know what I’m talking about. However, are attempt to get into the channel to catch the tide was thwarted as we couldn’t round the headland with the current against us and no wind. The engine, which is used in such circumstances, failed to start, due to the fuel tank being empty, and finding a gas station in those parts was difficult. So we moored in the bay and spent the night. Next day we decided to approach the only other boat in the bay, another sailing boat, moored a few hundred metres away, for so fuel and assistance. So, being the “action man”, I got the dingy out and rowed over with another crew. As we approached the other boat, bigger than ours as usual, I gaped in astonishment at the name of the boat, and had no worries on meeting any of its crew. It was a clever play on words which not even many ‘Tolkien People’ would, although PT folk shouldn’t have any problem. They were a very nice couple who despite giving us fuel and working on the engine still couldn’t get it started. Still. They were incredibly nice folk who it turned out had bought the boat some years previously from Tolkien fans and liking the name of the boat, kept it and read up on the history. They were amazed at my knowledge of this as I was the only one they’d ever come across who understood the reference, including Tolkien readers of their acquaintance. We had a few more close encounters’ etc on the way back, but the memory of this is something I’ll always take with me.
And the name of the boat? Elwing’s Rival
There are a few quotes from Tolkien which might apply, but I’ll just leave you with one.
As Gandalf once put it: “A chance meeting, as we say in Middle-earth”
Now that gave me a great big smile. :D
I'm not sure if considering to name my daugher Amarie counts. I figured I might have a bit of trouble convincing my Finrod, and untill the girl had learn to say "r", everybody would think her name was Amalie (which a common Norwegian name).
We agreed upon Emily, so instead everybody thinks her name is Emely. I did not predic that at all.
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