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Suddenly, my head was in the water. Eyes wide open with fear, I saw the white thrashing of the propeller flash past me in an instant with incredible speed. The propeller missed my torso by about 1-2 feet – had it hit me no doubt it would have ripped me to pieces.

The whole thing was over in a second and the boat was away again. Perhaps it hit another wave that changed its course – or perhaps the act of hitting me had changed its course for although it continued its wild circling, it was now starting to move slowly out to sea away from me. I bobbed in the water helplessly as my boat started to get smaller and smaller and moved well away from me.

I don’t know how long I floated in the water for – it seemed to be forever but was in reality probably only half an hour or so. There was no one else out on the sea and I had resigned myself to a long float before any eventual rescue.

As I turned to look forlornly at the distant shore my eyes drifted towards the harbour and suddenly my spirits jumped in a single second from utter dejection to utter elation. For there charging out of the harbour was the large bow and white bow wash of one of the Maritime Rescue Institute training vessels, one of several fast rescue vessels that were used for training out of Stonehaven harbour.