A couple of weeks ago, my family and I were invited to spend the weekend aboard a family friend's sailing boat. Now, although to most this would seem like a fabulous way to spend a weekend, I tend to approach boats with trepidation: We used to have a motorboat, and were dragged down to the solent almost every weekend therefore planting this now deep-rooted fear of being asked to a boat. Not only did I miss out on seeing friends or any other social arrangements, but I actually thoroughly dislike the motion and the whole boating experience; the rocking, the freezing wind and the fact we always seemed to be the only two boats out on the solent with circling grey clouds overhead. However, this time would be different, and possibly worse, as there was now going to be two families sharing the one boat, a boat which was a sailing boat, which means more rocking, more time and more effort. I am a more motor boating around the hot Mediterranean in a squadron kind of girl.
1 year ago