Yes, yes, yes, I know what you are all thinking, I had somehow engineered a terrible disaster involving the glass bottomed boat but in truth, the only thing I really did wrong was draw public attention to a stupid thing that I did (Actually it was not me, it was Maggie who was responsible for the attention).
As the boat slides sideways through the harbour the passangers usually rush around on the upper deck looking through the surface glare at the wrecks. Some, more energetic like myself then dash below and crowd round the shaft that leads down to the glass window in the hull. I was struck by the likeness that the scene bore to an Eighteenth Century engraving that I had seen of a mob around a rat-baiting pen; everyone excited and jostling for a view of the action.
Not to be deterred I elbowed my way in and leaned over to photograph the wreck beneath but my glasses dropped from where I had them perched on my hat. In attempting to grab for them I also dropped my camera which was thankfully tethered to my wrist by its strap. A loud clunk followed and then silence as my boating companions glanced at me with distain. "Pushy Jerk", they must have been thinking, "serves him right for elbowing his way in like that".
I had hoped to slither off into obscurity at the far end of the boat but Maggie had already squeeled to the crew. It is usually her that is the clutz. "He dropped his sunglasses" she loudly proclaimed. Apparently they cannot go down the viewing shaft while the boat is moving so I had to go without until the end of the trip.
The photo is of the Captain retrieving them. The image is a little blurry but though I thought it might make an interesting picture I did not want to ask him to pose for a picture. I am sure he was a little annoyed. Maggie on the other hand had a beam from ear to ear and thought it mightily funny that it was I who had been the "screw-up".