‘And what would you like in your roll, Madam?’
‘The Full 360, please.’
Yes, Folks, they were all out of cheese and ham. About two hours ago we went turtle, bottom’s up, rolled down a wave, went swimming involuntarily.
I was outside bilging out the footwell, and the next thing I knew I was in a very white salty washing machine on Full Spin. Then we had popped round and I was hanging off the edge of the boat, my lifeline caught round the gate of the oar, meaning I couldn’t get back into the boat. Undoing the line, to enable this, was one of the scariest things I have ever done. Scrambling back on board one of the most exultant.
One oar broken, one strained wrist, sunglasses and two seat pads lost to the waves. More than a little shaken up but happy to have come out in one piece. The funny thing is that all morning I had been shouting at the waves and rain clouds for getting me so wet – I realise now I was but a trifle damp compared to the full blown rolypoly wetting we were treated to.
If it’s all the same, I think I won’t have another, thank you. Been there, done that. Now please may we just be allowed to row West!
Shaken and just a little stirred,
S and my hero, the rollable, buoyant and wonderful Dippers x x