Parked next to me was this long, skinny Hunter sailboat. I asked how long it was and not long afterwards was enjoying the house wine with the friendly Canadian trio. Later they came over for cocktails and they invited me to dinner in town, but I had plenty of food (some perishable) and chose to dine alone. As I was leaving, the kind man advised that I put my dingy on the deck before going out into the Atlantic because a large following sea would tear the davits right off the back of the boat. I hope I see them again.