Bringing in Migrants,
Bringing in Migrants, How Stumpy got his nick name It was that dark bit of the night just afore dawn, you couldn’t see sod all which suited we just fine. The slight sea swell rocked our boat the “Fair Maid” as we approached the land and the engine just burbled on tick over as we crept in, normally it had a big diesel but Denzil fitted a straight six petrol out of an old combine harvester as he were to tight fisted to pay up when he blew the diesel up trying to outrun the coastguard. Radar showed Trellewin bay coming up, “Nearly there lads,” I shouted down in to the fish hold where about forty blokes was crammed in. One or two popped their heads out to see the faint outline of the surf …