Small Brother and his Canadian arrived five days ago. He, from about minus five degrees and her from about minus twenty-five. They had a day of knocking about yesterday and today we all went out on the trimaran.
Small Z had gone to her first theatre show in town with her Nana. She had a blast – the show, a fancy lunch, fun in Fed Square and then, glory of glories – a mango gelati
Meanwhile, we got off to a late start. Can’t remember why. But by 1pm we were sailing out of the Hastings channel and off across Westernport Bay. Destination – Sandy Point. It was Small DB’s first ever sail. She was surprisingly amenable to being encased in her lifejacket.
We were going against the wind, so it took a while to get there. I spent most of the time entertaining her in the cabin as it was too windy for her above decks. Co-Captain M motor-sailed the final twenty minutes to speed up the journey.
Sandy Point is weird and beautiful. On several previous occasions we have called it the ‘Farting Beach’. Every time you step on the sand in the shallows, cascades of bubbles are released and your feet sink down further than you expect. Sandy Parp!
M and Small Brother went to investigate while we stayed on the sand, swatting away March flies. They came back and said they had found a lovely creek. We all walked back to it. The water was clear, mostly shallow with a few deeper pools. Small DB sat happily collecting shells, her fullbody suit meant that the March flies didn’t bother her.
The Canadian very thoughtfully collected lots of shells that had holes in them for the Smalls to use for threading at home. We lingered in and by the creek for a good hour before M got twitchy about where he’d anchored and wanted to go back to check on her.
We all followed. I was very tempted to go in for a swim – the weather was sublime – but there was a little breeze that put me off. I didn’t do it. M and Small Brother sorted out the anchors, while Small DB conked out on the Canadian and probably got about ten minutes of nap time in before I took her into the cabin, whereupon she awoke and clowned around for the rest of the trip.
Tea and biscuits at sea. Different people steered. The Canadian told us of her family home on Lake of the Woods and we began pining to sail there…in summer – obviously. After we got back to the pontoon, M set about packing up the boat, while the other two went back to get the boat trailer. It was looking like being a long haul-out, so I piggy backed Small DB home.
Ah – the ease of just having one Small to look after! A bath, some scrambled eggs and finally sleep. We ate, what I recall, was an uninterrupted dinner!
To me this post sounds incomplete, as I can’t include things that were on the mind of Small Brother and myself. However, I am happy to have a record of the day. Oh – and those last three pictures were nicked directly from moondriven
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