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Post 1505. Friday April 14

Tales of everyday life in the coastal village of Amble Bay

This is our lake. As kids, we loved it. We fed ducks, caught tiny fish in our nets and slid around on the ice in the winter.  You see that little island? We paddled out there and pretended we were pirates. Argh!

Last summer Len Lovejoy thought he’d take up diving. He decided to practice on the lake before braving the sea. We watched as he stood rigid in a pedalo like a latter-day Christopher Columbus.

‘Fobble-ible-oble’ he said. Speaking with a snorkel stuck in your mouth isn't easy. 

Wifey Laura started furiously peddling, her knees bobbing up and down. Unfortunately, they forgot to untie the boat from the bank. It jerked to a halt and poor Len toppled head first into the water. Ignoring our laughter he clambered back aboard, a lily-pad adorning his face. We untethered them, and off they sailed, stopping in the middle. We beat out a drum roll on the picnic bench. Three...two...one...

I wish you'd seen what happened next! Len jumped into the water unaware that it's only two feet deep or in his case two knees deep! Len standing there was one of the funniest things we’ve ever seen!

Gosh, look at the time! I have to dash. See you at the cafe tomorrow at ten o'clock sharp.

To read a brief description of Amble Bay and see a scribbled map just click HERE


Tomorrow morning over coffee I'll tell you all about the up-and-coming May Fair

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