Thanks for the thought Alan, though I'm afraid
The deed is done the Bollards stick
And she's no more wide than she is thick:
She also weighs in at nigh three hundred pounds and is a receptacle for all the loose gear that is suddenly essential even for an afternoon on the river. Why just yesterday, the boat being given a hearty yank out of the river, the oars decided that inertia was the better part of retreat and slid over the stern into the fast ebbing Arun river and if it was not for a fortunate eddy at the foot of the slipway plus some nimble footwork by a chum, they'd probably be reaching Plymouth, or possibly Cherbourg by now.
However, I have suggested such a thing to Paul The Great white administrator, whose house has crept up on the neighbour making it impossible to get any reasonable size boat into the back garden. I also wonder if it would help John get his skiff through the gate onto the beach.
CW