We Are Sailing ….

Auto suggestion of a Rod Stewart type nature …. while you are reading this try and stop yourself from humming Sailing in you head ……

While Darrell decided to go looking for holey stones for his collection, I thought I would treat Nigel to a boat trip on the Western Lady to Torquay.

Despite making sure he was wearing his seasickness wristband, taking a couple of sea sick tablets and telling him to look at the horizon ….

….. he still succumbed to the turbulence of the almost flat sea  …. what is he like?

However he soon perked up, and to be honest it was only a very short trip, but I said a coke was out of the question!

I wasn’t sure about this hole near where we were sitting, so as we hadn’t been issued with life jackets, flares or whistles for the journey, I told Nigel that he should be ever attentive to the perils of sea travel, no matter how short the journey, as we didn’t want the embarrassment of a  “Monkey Overboard” situation if we could help it. Poor Nigel, what was supposed to be a pleasure cruise was proving somewhat traumatic for him.

However, overall I found it all very romantic .. the salty wind blowing through my hair, the cawing of the seagulls as they followed our boat, and the anticipation of perhaps seeing a flock of dolphins swim alongside us (alas, that dream was not to be) …. and all the time I could hear the gravelly voice of Rod Stewart singing Sailing in my head.

And then I made a startling comparison …….

A return ticket on the Western Lady to Torquay and back  cost us £3.50 each  whereas the return bus fare from our village to Wolverhampton on £3.60! It’s not got the same allure has it?