Firstly just to say that I like most people mourn the passing of HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh. And I offer condolences to HM The Queen and members of her family as I would to any family suffering loss of a loved one.
Now to one of today's topics. Following on from my mention of boating on the canals of the Midlands. Boating is, I think, something you either love or hate - or maybe (like me) are scared of. My first holiday was with my first husband, our son (a teenager at the time) and a friend in his twenties. The three of them loved it - I still have reservations. It was a week's holiday in a cruiser on the Norfolk Broads and for many reasons it was idyllic. The peace and quiet, the bird life, the beauty of the countryside, the few villages we passed through - all that was a joy. But I never got used to the Broads - the wider, more open spaces where it was important to keep to marked out channels.
Our next holiday - or maybe it was our first 'water' holiday - my memory is playing tricks and I rather think our son was younger and it was certainly only the three of us - was on the River Thames. I believe we got on the boat at Wargrave and the hirer took us through the first lock. The locks on the Thames are manned and very large and boats queue up to go through them. As we came out of the lock the owner jumped off and bid us 'a good holiday', at the same instant the wind caught the front of the boat and blew us into the bank which we hit with a bit of a crash and various bit of crockery bounced off the shelf on to the floor. I rushed down into the cabin and put my head under a blanket. Finally persuaded to come back on deck we had only gone a few yards when we came to a large bridge and met, head on, The Sonning - a pleasure passenger boat on a cruise up the river. I rather think one passes on the right - but whichever side it was we passed on the wrong side (it was that or run into it) and the captain of the Sonning shouted at us. For me it was head under blanket time again. My husband tied up and came down into the cabin and gave me a good talking to - it was either get some sense into my head or we would go back and hand the boat in. My son of course was indignant. So I braved it out, but was always nervous. My husband and my son (he fell into the Thames between the boat and the land) absolutely loved it. Me? Not so keen.
But I loved watching programmes about any kind of boating - not sure what that proves.Maybe that I prefer my pleasure second hand.
Lovely sunny day here today but still that cold breeze. Priscilla and I had our walk early and the sun was beautifully warm - in the shelter of various hedges. The wind, still from a Northish direction, tried its best to spoil things.
My carer has, for my tea this evening, brought me a piece of 'pastry less quiche' which she made yesterday and which has eight eggs in it. It looks delicious and I can't wait to try it. I'm afraid that it is now so long since I cooked anything for myself I think I might find myself unable to do so. Surely the opposite of' practise makes perfect'.