Last Saturday it was pouring with rain as I squinted up the river to where I expected to see the smoke of Eric's fire. No such luck but the local farmer came down and together (and without Eric) and with the help of a little champagne and diesel we soon had a good fire going and had erected a shelter from the rain.
The others arrived and we had our usual bonhomie. Mid morning we descended the river to our cars - but where were my car keys? Searching revealed nothing so I had to get back into my kayak and go back up the river to our breakfast spot. More searching - nothing. It was getting late and I had no cell phone to tell Catherine that I hadn't drowned up the river. And they had her second set of car keys on the ring. It was getting worse.
|They Float !|
I put my kayak on the car and sat down on the bank to watch the ducks. I reckoned that the chances of them finding my keys were were less than one in ten. After a while the sound of their motor approached and they came back around the corner - they waited until they arrived on shore until they smiled and produced the keys and their lemon-like floatation attachment . They must have been floating down the river for about three hours as it is certain they fell out on my first trip up the river. The boys had found them down near the Cobham Bridge.
I was besides myself with gratitude - had no chance of rewarding them other than with a beaming smile and utterances. I, too often, bemoan the 'state of the younger generation' there is too much publicity given to all the bad news and the graffiti about the city doesn't help. Every so often you happen on something like this - better than champagne to celebrate life. Thanks guys. You made my Christmas.