Surveyor's Shouldn't Laugh

One of the most fascinating aspects of MarineYou'd give a grand in cash to relive a moment like
Surveying is that on the day of inspection youthat, wouldn't you? He was very quiet for the
never really know what you are in for. I haverest of the survey.
been involved, one way or another, with all kindsDisaster is always lurking for the unwary and is
of boats for over thirty years and I reckon thenever far away. One awful day a couple of years
motto of the surveyor should be "expect theago I had a survey on a large powerboat for a
unexpected". In a deadly serious business whereDoctor client. From the moment we met my
people's lives and tens of thousands of otherclient had largely ignored me and brought along
people's dollars are at risk, it pays to develop asome posh mates for the survey day. It was
few necessary skills, patience and diplomacyclear from minute one he had his own agenda and
amongst them, when dealing with often tense andwhen I had tried to explain the vessel was now
sometimes downright hostile situations.considered a workplace and all through the
My early associations with boats began on thepre-inspection drill I was talked down and ignored.
River Thames where my boat building life was inFinally, he grandly stood up and handed everyone
the mud and freezing mists of various boatyards.a sheet of paper and said,
The figure of the surveyor was different then. He"Right ho, you do your survey, we'll do ours and
wore a tie, clean clothes and was treated withwe will meet on the bridge in an hour to compare
that rare commodity, respect. His word was law,notes."
you didn't argue with him, he had knowledge andWith that, off he rushed and fell immediately
even the crusty old shipwrights nodded to himdown the engine hatch and disappeared.
and scuttled about when 'the surveyor' came toThunderstruck, we hauled him out after his doctor
visit. That these venerable figures had anything soyachtie mates pronounced him unhurt apart from
outlandish a thing as a sense of humour wassevere winding and bruises. He was extremely
inconceivable. One drizzly grey morning, anlucky not to have been severely hurt and was
important customer was having his pride and joyshaken enough to meekly hand over the reigns to
up on the slips and the pompous owner wasme once more.
giving everyone a hard time. The surveyor was"Well," I murmured consolingly, "this really is what
expected and it was clear the owner was onI am here to do in the first place."
edge and determined to appear in charge.Secretly, I had been terrified he had broken his
When the surveyor arrived the owner made aback in the fall….phew, what a day!
beeline straight for him and in a condescendingIn many cases, surveyors encounter total hostility
manner bellowed,from the boat owner and if the broker conspires
"Where have you been, I am in a hurry and can'twith him, God help you. I was at Manly and had to
hang about all day. There's nothing wrong with thisinspect a beautiful timber Halvorsen Cruiser. The
boat, it's perfect everywhere and doesn't evenowner, a German was glaring at me and wouldn't
need a survey, we just need it re-insured."even return my greeting. The broker, someone I
The surveyor said nothing, proceeded immediatelyhadn't met before, clearly was the spokesman for
and carried out a long and thorough inspection.them.
Finally, he finished and slowly screwed the top"Don't take too long, don't touch or damage
onto his Parker Fountain pen. A hush fell over theanything and don't expect to find anything wrong
yard as the surveyor and owner faced eachwith the boat, he is a retired boat builder and he
other.won't appreciate any meddling!"
"Well, what's the verdict, eh, Mister surveyor?"We hauled the boat on the slip and I was about
snorted the owner.to sound the bottom with the wooden hammer
The surveyor looked him in the eye and loudlyend when the bristling owner confronted
but slowly replied,me….
"The garboards rotted, the frames are cracked"Vot choo gonna do vis dat?"
and the only thing holding that bloody thing afloat"…Well, I am going to…"
is the worms holding hands, get it"Don't choo bloody toucha zis boat vis dat
fixed….ten quid please!"hammer, no knife, no bloody spike, doan go near
He handed the gob smacked owner his invoice,it!"
turned on his heel and swept off back to his old"Ok then, tell me how I am supposed to sound
black Morris! Fantastic! I never forgot that and Ithe timber, you are a boat builder aren't you?"
never dreamed in those days I would actually end"OK mate, you test ze boat vis your knuckle like
up being a surveyor but here I am and I mustzis!" and he rapped on the boats bottom. "Like zis,
admit there can be some funny things every nowget it!"
and then."Ok" I said handing him the hammer, "You survey
Another instance, involved me going off with mythe boat and I'll learn how you do it!"
boss who was a surveyor, diver, salvage andAngrily, he snatched my little toffee hammer,
boat repairman, to an old decrepit houseboat tothrew it on the ground and started to rap on the
check out a serious leak. Irvine, my boss, hadboat with his knuckles. After he'd done that for
pulled up a hatch in the floor and shone his torchabout two feet he'd hurt his hand enough to stop.
into the flooded bilges."Now you..come on, you are ze clever surveyor!"
"Where's your automatic bilge pumps?" said Irvine."No, no," I said, "You are going a good job, only
"Haven't got none," shrugged the man.another thirty feet left."
"Just turn the pump on by hand when it gits t' theAfter another two knuckle bruising minutes he'd
level of the floorboards."really had enough.
Suddenly the man's wife piped up behind him,"Now I gotta go to ze toilet, now you finish it off!"
"Why dontcha tell 'im the truth, he's bin sleeping"OK," I said and started to tap the hull with my
wiv his arm out the bed for years. When 'is handknuckles. He waited until he was satisfied and then
gets wet, 'e gets up and turns the pump on. 'Ceptrushed off. I grabbed my wooden mallet and said
the other night he came back from the pubto the client. "Keep a look out and call me when
drunk, the water level crept up 'is arm, he peedhe's back!"
the bed, woke 'imself up and if he hadn't of, weSure enough within a couple of moments I found
would 'ave sunk…that's why your 'ere."what our little man had been trying to conceal all
Priceless stuff …. How could you keep aalong, the whole keel had been hastily and
straight face.recently replaced with softwood and rotted out.
However, I must admit I have had my momentsWhen he returned I said,
and a classic, which I think about often, is the"It's a good method the knuckle rap, I don't think
houseboat for sale on the Gold Coast. The clientI would have discovered this rotted keel without
had seen the advert in the local paper "Houseboatit," and smiled sweetly.
for sale, $7,000, needs a handyman." Agreeing toHe knew… I knew… he was
meet him at the beach location we were soonmad… I was relieved… game over!
both pretty speechless. It needed a handyman allI could live to fight another day!!
right, there it was just the cabin top poking out ofOne of the worst things for a surveyor is when a
the water…sunk! The owner even rangclient brings 'learned friends' along to 'help out the
later to see how the survey hadsurveyor'. It is something you really don't need
gone…what a nerve!and you have to put your foot down with a firm
Many great moments on surveys arrivehand. What folks don't realise is that it is a very
unexpectedly. I was at Hope Harbor on a verynerve wracking and often an emotional time for
smart, large 'Taiwan Trawler' vessel, in beautifulthe selling owner. They often don't want to sell
condition for its year. The owner was very trim,their pride and joy and the last thing they need is
smart and wore large gold rings on his fingers andan army of strangers willfully vandalizing their boat.
incessantly smoked large cigars, although alwaysOne horrible day this happened and the client who
out on deck. Once again, he was a fearsomelyhad requested the survey was accompanied by
proud owner and was airily proclaiming how muchat least four burly boaties armed with pointy
he had spent on maintenance and upkeep of histhings and all encompassing knowledge. As the
smart boat. Truly, he had spent thousands and heboat was slipped, my client and his mates all
was most eager when I asked to inspect thecharged forward and started chipping and hacking
chain locker and winch. I removed the hatch andaway at the exposed rudder, props and bottom. I
was amazed to see a gleaming new pile of shinywas left standing next to a man that was clearly
3/8 stainless steel anchor chain.the owner. He was red with rage and shouted at
He was beside himself with pride and he puffedme,
himself up when he said,"Which one of those bastards is the surveyor?"
"Three grand that were….plus fifteenSilently, I pointed to my chest, "Me, actually."
hundred for the stainless anchor, up top."He charged off swearing horribly and dispersed
I wasn't just impressed but amazed when mythe mob with threats too horrible to hear, ripping
searching fingers found the loose end of the chainknives out of their hands and with fierce shoves.
and the loose shackle next to it. Quickly realizingNeedless to say, they all sloped off to the pub
he must have forgotten to attach the brand newsomewhere and thankfully stayed out of sight.
chain to the boat, I seized the moment, withdrewYou just don't do that sort of thing do you?
the shiny shackle and said seriously,Now, all this stuff doesn't happen every day but
"Mm, well if you ever do put this nice new chainyou can bet your boots something's always
into that dirty old water, you'd better rememberaround the corner. Often it is scary, other times
to tie it on with this!" and I dropped it into hisembarrassing but every now and again something
hand.pops up and brings a bit of sunshine into the life
Realisation dawning, he sagged visibly.of a poor downtrodden, much maligned old dog of
"Ooh, bloody hell" with a trace of a Yorkshirea surveyor!! Who knows, one day I might even
accent, "Ooh, you won't tell the wife about this,write a book about it all when the mental scars
will ya?"have finally healed over!