It’s round about this time of year that pilots of huge ships in places like the Solent, Felixstowe and the Thames start to get jumpy. The skipper of the yacht ahead of this vessel probably imagines he’s got all the room in the world. He may indeed have enough space to tack out and save his life, but from where the guys on the bridge are looking, he’s entered the ‘every man for himself’ zone and they won’t like it one bit. If the yacht fails to save herself somebody’s going to give them a hard time, yet there’s absolutely nothing they can do. We need to put ourselves firmly into the other chap’s seaboots to stay friends.