When I was a wee lad my
parents took us to Baltimore
Harbour in West Cork Ireland
for a day out away from the
mundanety of Mallow.

While we were standing at the
pier, there was a fishing boat
alongside, bobbing against the
attached Dunlop's ™ and dock-
-lined to a mooring cleat.

My father, who knew a lot about
boats and indeed the sea, remarked,
that it was high tied, my dyslexia
had not been diagnosed at the time,
therefore, I was not aware of the water.