June 22 – Morning
Our good friends Bob and Sheryl Bjerk sent
the following to me and I thought it appropriate to add it to this blog. Thanks Bob, wish you were with us ‘messing
about in boats’.
Many people often quote one small portion
of a lovely, almost poetic ode to boats from Wind in the Willows by
Kenneth Grahame.
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"Is it so nice as all that?" asked the mole, shyly...
"Nice? It's the only thing," said the Water
Rat Solemnly, as he leaned forward for his stroke. "Believe me, my
young friend, there is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth
doing as simply messing about in boats."
"Simply messing...about in boats -- or with boats... In or out of
'em it doesn't matter. Nothing seems to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether
you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or
whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all,
you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've
done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but
you'd much better not."
"Look here! If you've really nothing else on hand this morning,
supposing we drop down the river together and have a long day of it.?"
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