The Crew

Best beard on the boat. Dave builds stuff for people to use when they’re playing ‘pretend’.

Fished out of the sea by the boat years ago, this Iowan works to earn his keep while studying charts to figure out where he is and how to send word home…

A man who cares passionately about the boat (and pork scratchings). When he’s not down the lifeboat shed, he’s manipulating people’s protons using a ridiculously hi-tech MRI machine.

Morgs is a former tank driver who’s swapped his tracks for outboards. Now has to act as the ships dog after the sad passing of the previous incumbent.

Our LOM (Lifeboat Operations Manager). He’s the less famous brother of Guy Lamble, and writer of nonsense on websites.

Can tune pianos, surf, tie complicated knots and owns a smurf costume. Spends long periods of time away at sea. Probably a spy.

His pyjamas aren’t for public consumption. Hoping he’s as good at hoarding in his new job as his old one.

Now retired, therefore can’t afford a barber. Struggling to understand the meaning of the word retired though.

Lover of tattoos, bicycles and wanabee rockstar. Inflatable rescue specialist.

Failed goat farmer, failed metal worker. Tells people to turn it off and back on again.

Scottish. Not quite sure what he says. We think he might work for British Airways.

Blows sh*t up. Pretends he doesn’t enjoy his job.  Probably currently on holiday.

Collector of treasure and owner of Scott of the Antarctic’s shed doors. Owner of a multi-purpose vehicle (that his wife probably doesn’t know about).

Ferryside’s favourite Lilliputian. He aspires to be able to work like Ned

Banished from Wales for years and forced to make a living doing technical theatre in the backwater town of London.