Snubbed!

A lunch! At midday with the daughter and s-i-l (he’s been on holiday all week) and of course the small fry who joined us on a little booster seat. Beside Grandad! 
And afterwards I went boatyards and who was there but BP, who was checking his lines, but was probably just at a loose end. After an innocuous question he told me all about every boat he’d owned. And I mean all. But it actually was quite interesting. And then we got on to anchors and anchoring. I didn’t realise my little windlass could be used for paying out the line too! Tsk. And finally he produced this… an anchor snubber. I so need an anchor snubber! Im already imagining lying in the forecabin without the occasional bumps from a tight chain. Oooo. I’m on it!