No such luck in Shute Harbour, where we were precariously balanced on blocks of wood on a dodgy little vintage trolley, hauled ashore by an efficient, but equally vintage Ford Prefect motor, hooked up to a winch. With a no-doubt vintage length of steel cable.
It was a harrowing experience, with the apprentice swimming around under the boat, the little motor chugging away, the tide starting to run out, and the boat still dragging on the bottom because there weren't enough blocks of wood under it. Anyway, it went on for a while, but eventually we were high and dry on a dusty, rubbish-strewn concrete slipway, the boat was tied down and we clambered ashore to check the damage that Pearl Bay had done.
After a couple of nights in the luxury of the motel, I called the Slipway to check on progress....which wasn't good. The boat had fallen off the slipway trolley and damaged the new repairs!