After our January crash, we were a bit scared to take the boat out. Every time we thought we might, the river seemed a bit high, or it seemed a bit windy, and I'm sorry to admit we got a bit scaredy.
Yesterday we took ourselves in hand, gave ourselves a stern talking to, and took the boat down the river. It was brilliant of course, particuarly thanks to F's handling skills. Getting it back in its mooring (between two fibreglass boats, moored at an angle with their bows touching the banks) was a bit tricky, but we did it the second time.
We're having a family outing on the boat for my dad's birthday in a month, so by then I have to figure out how to work a lock. My 8 and 5 year old nephews will be on board. Luckily we have life jackets.
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