Post 1664. Thursday April 26
My Friend Rosey has been part of my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
There’s a stream running past Rosey’s parents garden, and for as long as she could remember a dilapidated blue and white rowing boat sat unloved on the bank. Rosey thought it would be fun to relaunch it. Daddy said it was good for nothing but firewood, but she reckoned all was required to make it stream-worthy again were a couple of sheets of sandpaper, some brushes and paint. However, on closer inspection, some of the planks that made up the ‘hulk’ as she called it, had come loose. Armed with a hammer and a handful of nails she restored the errant components to their former positions, more or less.
Job done and duly repainted, she pushed the craft into the water and clambered aboard, standing for a moment or two, arms spread, knees buckled, trying to balance. So far so good. Until that was, there was a loud crack and the heel of her shoe went straight through the bottom! At the same time, a protruding nail pierced the sole of her other shoe. Ouch! If only she’d worn flat shoes and bent the nails over! The water flowed fairly rapidly, but not in a straight line. It sort of swirled and despite her best efforts with the paddle (aka Daddy’s best cricket bat) she started slowly spinning around. When she was ankle deep in water and slightly dizzy she decided it prudent to abandon ship and leap ashore!
A few days later her parents had a bonfire to get rid of unwanted bits and pieces. Perched atop was the little blue and white boat. Daddy was right, it really did make very good firewood!
Tomorrow X is for Ten! At least, it was in Roman times!
This time last year we went for a walk in Amble Wood. To revisit click HERE