Just messing about on the water.

A gorgeous Sunday morning but nothing on the agenda. Very frustrating and it was almost with disconsolate resignation that we decided "Well we'd better go to the beach then". At that moment though we got a call from Rosemary and Graham (another Warners Bay couple to have stumbled int0 the Chappell Social secretary this year.... remember Rosemary from Melbourne Cup day) inviting us to come out on the boat for the "arvo". We eagerly accepted but mistakenly thought that "on the boat" meant "on the boat" so just turned up in normal clothes. Tina was immediately sent back to get "swimmers" because the afternoon would involve just about every preposition that could precede ".... the boat". Behind, by, across, over ,under, you name it; it felt like we did it.

Here is where you lie on the boogie board hold onto the tow rope desperately and ride along whilst salt water rips off several layers of skin. I was doing quite well until I came off the board and my brain took another few seconds to register that I should let go of the rope. 10pm that evening salt water was still dribbling out whenever I bent over.



Graham was superb with the kids and Alex's highspot was getting the chance to do some steering. Tina and I sat back nervously but the boy did good.



He also enjoyed the prospect of Mummy or Daddy being flipped into the water after crossing a wake but I was the only one to oblige.




Back to the shore to catch our breathe.




Then off again. Jessica rode with Rosemary and Graham's daughter Lucy as well as with her Mum but finally decided she was happiest on her own. This is probably alot to do with the fact that there is no chance of cracking skulls with the person nearest to you.
After "doughnuts" and "boogie boards" I left the proper water skiing to Tina. She had one excellent run and was only halted by the fact that we could not take her out into the Pacific Ocean to surf and had to turn around. After this though the muscles were gone and the hands were wet so after 20+ failed attempts followed by a few more "just one more.." requests she finally admitted defeat and we hauled her weary body back into the boat. No photo of her successful run I'm afraid; that was on video and all I got after that were lots of photos of big splashes




Back on shore. We were extremely grateful to our boat owning buddies but it was also nice to sit back and watch serenely as other foolhardy souls splashed, crashed and did their own version of aquatic chiropractic techniques.