We have been having the most glorious weather here. It's the beginning of April and we're still enjoying temps in the high 20's for crying out loud. Yes, we desperately need rain and yes, I'm kind of sick of salads and am looking forward to the kinds of foods that cooler weather brings but we've been determined to enjoy every last minute of sunshine and warmth while it lasts. With that in mind we thought we'd head out for a picnic on the river and take the boat out for a run.
All went well until we hit this point. See there, where the boats are moored?
That's where the boat stopped. Yes, stopped. Dead in the middle of the river. Phhttt. And, despite Hubby's best attempts (and possibly some not terribly polite language) it wouldn't go again. I think every person in Perth who has a boat was away for the Easter weekend. The river was the most quiet we've ever seen it. We sat there for ages and no-one went past. Finally Hubby decided he'd pull out the oars and row. He made it to the markers (on the edge of the pic) before the wind picked up and, regardless of his valiant attempts, we were being blown backwards and into seriously shallow water.
And finally someone came to our rescue. They were in a boat that, by rights, shouldn't have towed ours. It was a gorgeous little thing that reminded me of the kind of groovy speedboats you'd find in old-fashioned Elvis movies. They dragged us over to the boat-ramp and, after we had given them our heartfelt thanks, we waited for Poppy to come to our rescue. He collected Hubby, drove him to the boat ramp where the car and trailer were parked, several km's away, and then back Hubby came to collect the boat, the wife and the kids.
And then we went home again. Don't say we don't have adventures!