More of that another day (when I get the film finished that is sitting inside the Nikon). Where was I? Oh yes, old favourites.
|Portstewart Harbour - the in/out part. Dodgy horizon here too, though no quite as bad.|
In the summertime the local teenagers hurl themselves off the rocks and the concrete pier there into the water. The water's very clean and clear, in spite of the proximity to the harbour. But then there ain't that many boats going in and out and the swell is usually pretty big, so any fuel spillage is quickly dissipated. There's a few barriers up these days for 'Elf&Safety but as you can see there's still plenty of opportunity for accidents. I was a little nervous, I have to admit, being so close to the water, since I'm none to steady on the feet at times and there was a fair wind blowing that day, as I recall. But I survived to blog another day, though whether or not that's a good thing may be a moot point.
When I was young, we were never encouraged to go out on the water, in boats or not. Looking back, my parents were confirmed land-lubbers, in spite of the fact there is water all around us. I remember The Brother getting into water-skiing at a time and a wet-suit was acquired. Now this would have been around 1971 or so and wet-suit technology ain't what it is today, dear readers. No, this particular wet-suit was a DIY one, so mum had to stitch it together and then apply some sort of tape over the stitching. I assume she was hoping that this was another fad that wouldn't last...and truth be told, it didn't, although that might have had something to do with the quality of the wet-suit than anything else. I have a vague recollection of 'having a go' at water-skiiing...we didn't have a boat (obviously) but we knew people who did. So I strapped the ski-things on and held onto the rope thing and someone shouted 'Hit It!' and I tried to stand up on the skis. Twice, I think - maybe three times. Unsuccessfully. I stuck to cameras and dry land after that.
Thinking about the snap above reminded me of one of the few times I was out in the open sea in a boat when I was young. I'd volunteered to go out in order to photograph a local dingy sailing competition. Seemed like a good idea - as things do when you are in your early teens. On the boat, all was good for a time - it was great, actually. But then we anchored up as the dingys sailed around us. And the sea was particularly heavy, I can remember. And then I started feeling a little queasy...and then a lot. Now I have pretty good sea legs but back then, anchored up in the middle of Portstewart Bay in a heavy swell it was a different matter. Needless to say I have absolutely no snaps whatsoever to show of that particular event...