I think I’ve mentioned this before but, a little while ago, we were struggling with a dodgy connection to our ignition panel that meant the engine sometimes wouldn’t turn start up… or turn off after it’d been running.
We had the loose connection fixed though and everything worked splendidly again. We even went on an epic two-month boat trip and encountered no problems whatsoever. So we were quite surprised when a simple little jaunt to get some water ended with us pressing the ‘stop’ button on our ignition panel to no avail once more.
Going on experience, we knew there was only one thing for it.
We opened up the engine hatch, grabbed some wires and wiggled for all we were worth.
Sadly all the wire-wiggling that had worked so well on our loose connection failed to solve the problem this time and the engine remained stubbornly and loudly engine-ing.
When wiggling didn’t work, we turned to the other only known solution.
After a little internet sleuthing, I discovered that every engine apparently has a manual off switch.
We felt pretty pleased with ourselves and had a cup of tea, not yet ready to deal with the fact, while the engine was now off, we also had no way of turning it back on again.
However no engine = no power, so we did eventually have to seek the services of a nice man from River Canal Rescue.
Along he came, all equipped with boat-fixing equipment and such. We sat back and waited for the bad news. Would we ever boat again? Who knew. Would we sink promptly and immediately? It was a possibility. Would I be able to charge my phone and check Twitter? Only the gods of fate could decide.
We sat with baited breath.
“Fuse’s blown.” the engineer said, pointing at a little black box next to the engine.
“Oh, right.” we said.
“I’ll just pop a new one in.” he said.
“Um, yes okay.” we said.
“I’ll be off now then.” he said.
“Yes, great, thank you.” we said.
He left, kind enough only to chuckle a little bit on his way out.