The life of a water rat

Fun with boats

Fun with boats

Today we blew up the dinghy!  (no dynamite involved..ha!) One of our next projects is to add a dinghy davit to the arch on the stern of the boat so that we can easily hoist the dinghy, so we needed to have the dinghy ready for testing!  Well, the rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds; the perfect opportunity to play!

I rowed around the marina for a bit, enjoying the different views and the sun as it lit up the clouds.  It was so quiet and calm and the words kept rolling around in my head…there’s nothing so great as simply messing around in boats!!

But it’s better said by the water rat …..

`Is it so nice as all that?’ asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.

`Nice? It’s the ONLY thing,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. `Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolute nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,’ he went on dreamily: `messing–about–in–boats; messing—-‘

`Look ahead, Rat!’ cried the Mole suddenly.


Slow boat tour of the marina

It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.

`–about in boats–or WITH boats,’ the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. `In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not. Look here! If you’ve really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the river together, and have a long day of it?’

The Mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment, and leaned back blissfully into the soft cushions. `WHAT a day I’m having!’ he said. `Let us start at once!’

Sunset over Fidalgo Bay

Sunset over Fidalgo Bay

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