Sea Goddess Supreme

So today was a Thetis Lake kinda day: to me that sounded like an authentic Canadian day out; to Lucan, it was the perfect opportunity to put his inflatable mattress to unconventional use. The inflections in his voice assured me that it would be great, and, with all the signs of an archetypal day out with my curly haired man there wasn't a doubt in my mind.

With his semi-buoyant 'boat' already bobbing around in the water, I had no choice but to take a rather perilous fall of faith; unsurprisingly this failed spectacularly and I was exposed as every bit the Urbanite that my high tops and Jackie O’s implied. My sodden knickers, wet skirt and damp hoody had Poseidon in hysterics - but only Poseidon. I guess he needs re-acquainting with ‘the virtues of emergency comedy in rustic settings’; perhaps I’ll type it up and cc anyone brave enough to take a city slicker camping.

For the next few hours we floated around aimlessly, laughing and joking like two irresponsible children. The occasional collision with a river bank tree had revealed Lucan's poor nautical navigation and so we happily surrendered ourselves to the wind until the rain set in and we absconded.