hard to believe from that last photo just how stormy nature can make a tempest out of a sea, and what those guys went through that night.
anyway the next visit to the station came on Tuesday afternoon when Colm Sliney, the grandson of Patrick Sliney, the coxs'n in charge of the RNLB Mary Stanford on that incredible night, showed us around the lifeboat station.
my daughters went with the female mechanic (who sounded and spoke just like Mrs. Brown if you know what I mean, lol) whilst I was shown first, the gold medal that the boat herself won for the 1936 rescue ( and the only boat ever to win a gold medal in her own rights) and then the replica medals that Patrick Sliney won in his career, the gold for the rescue, a silver and a bronze for services during the war years, and on to his (Colm's) house to have a look at the service vellums that Colm, his father William and Grandfather Patrick had been awarded for their service to the RNLI and those lives that they had helped to save in their careers......a total of over 850 lives saved.
Colm was indeed one of the most humble men I have ever had the honour and fortune to have met, and I am not often speechless but this wonderful moment which I will never forget for the rest of my life, left me with a lump in my throat, a tear in my eye, and a realisation of my own beliefs that these guys, don't do this voluntary job for praise, self gratifying egotistical thoughts, honour, money or any other reasons what so ever........they do it because they want to help their fellow humans...........and it was this realisation that I had known all my life, but never quite come to grasp, until that moment............and to have to ask Colm to stand in front of his and his fore father's service vellums, and see his embarrassed face, knowing that I thought of him as a hero, said it all.