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.