For the voluntary work part of my Duke of Edinburgh award I worked at the local lifeboat station. It was mostly menial tasks, keeping things clean and such like but as a treat, at the end of my 'stint' I was allowed on board for a launch down the ramp and a ride. That was over 40 years ago. I learned to respect the crew and what they did. I think there was one paid member, the cox or whatever, and the rest were people from the local community.
One of the vivid memories from my childhood was hearing the 'maroons' going off knowing that the local butcher and others would be running to the lifeboat station.
I can, only just, remember what we call the lifeboat disaster, when the crew was lost. They had been called out to rescue the crew of a fishing coble. It was a vile night and they had successfully got the crew on board and were returning. Between the piers, and within site of safety, they hit the bar and the lifeboat overturned.
The lifeboat crew and all but one of the crew of the fishing boat were lost.
The lifeboat station is long gone, covered by other boats, but the lifeboat involved has been restored and returned and us on display. There are still members of the community who lost loved ones that night.