|3rd day of january, the pond freezes over.|
Over night the wet and moving river had frozen over and my little boat caught in it had been dragged up river dragged, mooring and all. It was a transforming moment.
I spent a week believing that I'd lost the boat. Not only did she get dragged up river, but a bit closer to shore and in shallower water. At low tides she'd be be grounded and she'd heal over at an angle that made me feel sick to see. It brought up images of Shackleton's ENDURANCE.
To skip ahead, the boat was fine. Much to my disbelief, not only did she rise back up with the high tide but a week later there was some free water and she was tide up at the bulkhead of the local boatyard. She had no damage, none. The only thing the ice had done was to clean off the scum line on the bottom.
It was a learning experience and I felt I got of very lucky.
So yesterday I had the possibility of going out on the water for a row, no need to start a car just heft the pram down to the pond and enjoy a bit of time messin' about. But to day the pond just holds longing for a time a bit further away. So it's to the shop to have my boat time. Plan, dream, cut, shape fasten conjure up another magic carpet for a time yet to come, Spring and fresh water.