Well, despite all the warnings of having someone to hold a ladder, I, of course, dismissed them as waffle from the kill joys at Health & Safety.
So, when standing on the ladder to clean the pony mast, the ladder slipped away from me leaving me pivoting on the radar arch.
The somewhat uncomfy part was that my whole weight was actually pinned on the vertical point of the courtesy flag cleat.
The result is as you see….plus two notes to self to re-mount the cleat horizontally and to have someone holding the ladder for me next time. DOH!
By the way, the pic of the bruise is a week after the event. I must also add how thankful I am that the cleat didn’t pierce my stomach.
Piers
from the Sick Bay of
Play d’eau
Fleming 55
Ouch! But, as the old saying goes, you won’t do that again! Very lucky that you didn’t do yourself more damage – it must have been your stomach muscles protecting you!
Pxx
I certainly won’t do it again! Instead, I’ll ask Lin to climb up to do the cleaning…. Seriously, though, I thought the 2″ cleat had penetrated my stomach and was holding me there. A potential nightmare scenario.
Well, glad you were not hurt more. But, it appears that you may have a future in body art. The bruise appears to have the look of a dogs head. Something about working on a boat, seem to always put you applying too much force against something very uncomfortable and leaving a mark.
Hadn’t seen the dog’s head until you mentioned it. Brilliant! Thankfully, the bruise has diminished in size over the last week and now looks more like the head of a mouse than a dog….