Mutiny On The Bounty

My hometown's latest attempt to promote itself as a tourist attraction based on its maritime heritage has gone horribly wrong
- and for a reason straight out of the British Rail Book Of Excuses. They had the wrong sort of tide.
(Historical background - Bounty mutineer Fletcher Christian was a Cockermouth man who may have learnt his seamanship in Maryport - though Workington & Whitehaven are just as likely). Last week the local tourist office decided to bring a replica of HMS Bounty, crewed by a troup of dedicated re-enactors, to the town. Unfortunately, the tide they chose to bring the ship in on over the harbour's notoriously sand-banked entrance was too low for the boat's draft. Cue much recrimination. Loud cries of 'I told you so' have been echoing around harbourside pubs all week. Meanwhile, the ship & the re-enactors diverted up the coast to Silloth, where they spent the week merrily re-enacting the mutiny, giving their unexpected hosts a tourism bonanza paid for by Maryport.
One can only deplore the low standards of initiative shown all round. If they'd been at all authentic the mutineers would have forced Captain Bligh into the longboat and made him row back to Liverpool. The actor playing Fletcher Christian could then have run the ship aground in Maryport harbour, swum ashore, broached the grog and gone on the razzle with the native wenches.
Maryport's other claim to maritime fame is as the hometown of the man who built the SS Titanic. We eagerly await the re-enactment . . .