My aged companion, Crisp, and I spied the old rowing boat.
“When we were kids,” she said, “my family rented a house that came with a rowing boat. Ours was called ‘Misery’ and for a good reason. Dad loved to fish, and each day he’d gather us kids, up and off we’d go. One day he announced we were going out to the third peg. The pegs were actually navigation markers to keep you away from grounding your boat. Dad always made a point of rowing, wanting to get there and into the fishing. We kids on the way back got a go. We ranged from incompetent to mildly incompetent.
One day out on the lake, a southerly hit. We had to row back against it. This was when ‘Misery’ lived up to her name. We struggled taking two strokes to make any progress, and by the time we reached shore, we were exhausted. Dad grabbed his bag of fish and was off to show it off to mum.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/04/15/crimsons-creative-challenge-75/
This is a great story.
Thanks so much Sadje.
You’re welcome 😉
A treasured memory… Crisp’s or yours?
Ah…..I guess mine 😀
So you’ve been messing about in boats. I admit my experiences have been in river and lake, not at sea, at the mercy of tides
Our yearly holiday when I was about 13. Things you never forget 😀
I remember a boat trip out to Scroby Sands to see the seals… I must have been about four years old. Now the boats ply for trade to take the visitors to see the windfarm that’s been planted on the Sands
I have an aunt in the Bay of Islands. When I was a kid I used to go up there for my holidays. She had a rowboat and I would often get to help row it. That sort of memory always stays with you.
Yes they certainly do. Thanks for stopping by.
Dad was rather mean about this, wasn’t he? Nothing like learning by fire… I like to hope the kids learned how to row by the end of one season?
Well let’s say their abilities did show improvement. Thanks Dale for stopping by
I should hope – it would be learn or stay behind!!