Relaxing River Day
What a superb idea my lovely husband had this weekend. "Let's go on that boat trip that you enjoyed so much when you went with Marijke." he said, leaving me utterly dumbfounded. (He's shown some serious antipathy towards all forms of water-based recreation - until now!)
Without further ado I checked the running times for the boat, and shuffled the lovely one off into the car before he could change his mind.
We went on a nearly 2 hour trip, with an extremely amusing river-guide who pointed out things of interest such as the post below, which was apparently used to assist horse-drawn barges around corners.
What better way to recover after a nice trip than a sit-down, a little drinkie, and a bite to eat from the barbeque by the side of the river. The floor show was great - the boathouse loan out small rowing-boats by the hour - needless to say that people got bashful as they approached the waiting audience at the pub, and bank collisions, flailing oars and panicked squeals were frequent! The funniest thing though was the way the ducks climbed onto a small shelf at the waterline and then peered over the edge of the paving to see if there was any food on the floor!
I could have stayed for hours. What is it about a day by the river or sea that gives me such deep relaxation and contentment? Buried memories of my previous incarnation as a whale perhaps?
Without further ado I checked the running times for the boat, and shuffled the lovely one off into the car before he could change his mind.
We went on a nearly 2 hour trip, with an extremely amusing river-guide who pointed out things of interest such as the post below, which was apparently used to assist horse-drawn barges around corners.
What better way to recover after a nice trip than a sit-down, a little drinkie, and a bite to eat from the barbeque by the side of the river. The floor show was great - the boathouse loan out small rowing-boats by the hour - needless to say that people got bashful as they approached the waiting audience at the pub, and bank collisions, flailing oars and panicked squeals were frequent! The funniest thing though was the way the ducks climbed onto a small shelf at the waterline and then peered over the edge of the paving to see if there was any food on the floor!
I could have stayed for hours. What is it about a day by the river or sea that gives me such deep relaxation and contentment? Buried memories of my previous incarnation as a whale perhaps?
posted by Catherine at 20:30
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