Back at the Beach House ????
Back at the Beach House ???? by timtak
About 15 years ago I went on a gratitude finding introspective therapy (naikan ??) retreat for a week where I considered all the things that I should be grateful for. My gratitude towards my wife and mother were of course immense, but I was a little surprised to find that I had till then forgotten many of the things that my father had done for me, including the purchase of a wonderful, winged, Bonito dinghy. My parents would take me to a gravel pit lake not far from our house in Swindon and watch me capsize the Bonito. I enjoyed getting out on the wings as near as possible to, and often beyond, the limit of sail force that my young teenage body could stabilize. This training in living dangerously (when on water, and there is little to bump into) may I think have served me well as a life lesson which, in my dotage, I wish to give to my son. Hence the Yamaha Mini Hopper on the roof of our Noah minivan. Ray is a bit too young for a winged dinghy but perhaps he will use and enjoy this mini Lazer-like dinghy. I look forward to having a go myself.
Is it like riding a bicycle, or does one forget how to do it? I shall see.