Well, we do know how to spell *ferry*, but it's so much more fun to say *fairy*..
Today was the last of the summer ferry crossings from one side of our beautiful harbour to the other, and it was *free* all day...
(I can't believe I just wrote "last" and "summer" in the same sentence...)
The lads and I set out for the morning laden with all our stuff for sport and the beach, and parked the car in our little free spot on the waterfront.
Then we scooted to the fountain, turned left to the boat, and shimmied down the gangplank.
The captain was such a nice guy: he let all the kiddos have a turn steering the boat!!!!
J11 steered it under the *harbour bridge* on the way home... bravo, Charlie!!!!
I had a flashback to all the beautiful bridges we travelled under on the Thames River last July (*Kate blows kisses to the luscious Emma*!!!!!)
It was very windy on the way home out there on the water. I had another flashback to Friday afternoons when I was a kid, when we'd pack up all our stuff and row it out to my Uncle's boat, Banyanda. I'd sit out by the backboard and watch the wake streaming out behind the boat as we cruised to Islington Harbour to spend the night, a gale force of salt wind blowing through my hair, and the feel of the boat chugging through the whitecaps, the smell of diesel in my nostrils.
I am so attached to the sea.
I think I was a mermaid in a previous life.