August Bank Holiday, the sun was blazing down and the crowds were out, including Nigel, who had gone for a little saunter around the Evesham Fishing Festival, when all of a sudden he decided it was time he finally took to the Evesham waters ……..
…… ever since we moved he’s been going on about how he wanted to go on a “cruise” and do the whole tourist thing.
The conditions were perfect, no waves, no wind, no under currents and none predicted either for the twenty five minute voyage, so despite not having taken any precautions of a sea sickness tablet or wrist band type nature ……
…….. Nigel thought it was worth the risk, especially as he’d only had a light breakfast of scrambled egg, toast and a lightly grilled tomato as opposed to his usual Sunday full English!
Sadly the ship doesn’t go past The Towers as the weir gets in the way, and going through the lock isn’t really an option …….
…… but going under the bridge that we must go over almost every day was a great thrill, and yes, he did yell “Hello” as he passed under it to see if it gave a satisfying echo.
It was real treat, and well worth the wait to see Evesham from the middle so as to speak, however, when he came home he immediately started to badger Darrell to look up what qualifications you needed to be a Ships Captain, a Chief Petty Officer, or at very least the person who whistles passengers aboard. as it’s now his most wanted and most romantic job in Evesham …… 
…….. what is he like?
2 comments:
A great trip. It is essential to shout when going under such a bridge.
There is nothing petty about young Nigel.
Romantic sea,and river, visions will obviously be dancing around Nigel's dreams for quite a while.....not to mention those impressive uniforms! Dream Large, Nigel.....Love, Dianne
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