GM #nostr - had a minor boating accident this morning 🌄 😳
So my girl has a permanent mooring that belongs to me, a swing mooring. It's a great spot for her to sit.
On one side, closest the beach, there's a gravel path that you can follow down to her without getting too sandy/muddy.
On the far side of the mooring there's no gravel path, just mud. Deep black horrible mud. At some points it's a foot deep, at others 3ft. Who knows which bits which, it gets covered over every tide and it's pure guesswork.
So, this morning, there being an east wind, she landed in the deep shit stuff, about 15ft out from the safety of the mooring block.
It's also a bit stormy.
So, anyway, the scene being set, we'll begin the adventure. I claimed out, across the cabin, saw the state of things and prepped myself. I climbed down, squelching into the shit stuff, only shin deep so far, no drama.
I grabbed my bag and turned but the mud had caught my foot. I pulled and my foot came loose, minus my waders boot. As I spun back to put my foot right, I fell, into the mud!
Not to worry, thought I. I got my shit together and made my way to shore. Upon checking my pockets I realised my laser etched metal wallet containing my most valuable private keys was missing and it suddenly struck me; I'd caught a glimmer in my eye back by the boat...
It fell out, as I was struggling to free myself. I walked back down, but there was no sign of it, the mud had claimed it for itself.
And so, yet again I must start from scratch, knowing my wallet is buried forever, somewhere beneath my boat 😫😮😢
One day I'll be able to save some sats, I hope...
Matt
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2024-09-05 06:59:45
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