"Bust" drabbles by Neville Hunt

Henley or bust (Part 2)

Bust #2

We'd arrived for an adventure on the river, onboard picnic and view of Henley Royal Regatta. Our wives produced a classy picnic. We boarded the Ryepeck, moored beside the Captain's castle.

"Ready to cast off, First Mate?"

"Aye-aye, Cap'n."

"Shit!... the batteries are flat as farts. Shit, shit, shit!" The Captain was distraught. "We're cruising nowhere!"

As First Mate, whilst my first responsibility was fixing the power, I was powerless! I took a philosophic perspective.

"It is what it is!"

"That it is!"

So we had our picnic there, aboard Ryepeck. With nothing to distract us from our wine.

Henley or bust (Part 1)

Bust #1

The races started at 9.00. Well honed athletes had been converging on Henley for the Royal Regatta along with elegant slimline crafts. Oarsmen and women from 18 countries were eagerly waiting in pent up anticipation.

Meanwhile, 9 miles downstream, the crew of the Ryepeck struggled to get ignition - the battery as flat as a pancake. The inept and much embarrassed captain had fouled up again in his latest litany of boating disasters. Will nothing relieve him of his ever lengthening chain of misfortune on sea and water? They were never made for each other.

But the memories sweeten with retelling.