The boat trip on the gentle river ended with a picnic on the shore. Surprisingly, Sean had packed wine, grapes, brie, mini quiches and the most decadent strawberry cream pie. After imbibing copious amounts of wine we realised we were incapable of rowing back across the river, in fact we were incapable of anything except giggling loudly and making really strange word associations.
We slept fitfully, wrapped in each others arms and woke much later sober, with headaches but we couldn't find the oars. We felt like boat joy riders deserting the boat as we swam back across the river.
Ideas like idyllic picnics or lazy boat trips sound so romantic and beautiful but it's a bit like eating a sandwich on a beach, sand always gets into the sandwich. Perfection on earth does not exist. We can aim towards perfection but there will always be a missing oar or soaking wet clothes.
1 comment:
Hiya Suzie, I just read your comment on my blog... thank you so much!! I must know you to see, right? I actually work in the Killarney Art Gallery as well as showing there... make sure you say hello the next time, love your story of the boat trip.. ;) I like to row out to the Inisfallen myself, well, I leave the rowing to my boyfriend..
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