My aged travelling companion, Crisp, wasn’t one for water and it came as a surprise when after a day out with a new acquaintance, Madge Tring, Crisp suggested we take up Madge’s invitation of going out on her boat to explore the lake behind our accommodation.
Crisp was apprehensive but keen to take up a new challenge. So suitably dressed in our finest sailor outfits we cast off.
Madge’s boat was an impressive craft and we sailed along merrily until a change in the weather whipped up a few waves and it was then Crisp decided enough was enough.
Her face went a shade of sickly green and before long all that could be seen of her was her posterior as her head hung over the side of the boat.
Madge negotiated the journey back to shore where we helped Crisp onto land vowing she’d never again take to the sea.
Written for: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/06/12/crimsons-creative-challenge-31/
Morpethroad 
Haha! I would certainly have a need for a bucket nearby!
Many of us would I think. Thanks for stopping by today.
Nice one, Michael. And I have to laugh, for the only time I’ve felt *queasy* in a boat or ship was when crossing a not-very-wide-estuary in a boat barely bigger than a dinghy. My sympathies to Crisp
I’m hoping she generates lots of sympathy 😀
I’m sure she will 🙂
All I can say is thank goodness they have those little patches you put behind your ears to prevent sea sickness. Lol. Nice one Michael.
Thanks Mandi
You’re welcome Michael 🙂