Thank You Dad, I love You Loads
The first days I can remember were caravan trips to Bognor Regis. I have visions of steep windy roads, with pubs seemingly perching on the edge of a cliff, and overlooking bright sunny bays. I remember running to a caravan, into the open arms of my Dad.
Northumberland was always cause for excitement! I remember waking up one morning, and the caravan was almost buried in snow!! I had never seen such deep snow, but the van was warm, and the snow was fun. Some of us were clearly too young to worry about driving, but you did it anyway! Thank you!
And I still treasure memories of Seahouses. And more beaches, where we were allowed to play till our hearts content. The hours that Alex and I spent peering into rock pools and listening to the sea in seashells. The cry of the seagulls, walks along seawalls, trips to romantic islands on real boats!!
I used to love our trips to Spain. I loved the expanse of beach and sea where we could play all day, and coconuts and chicken and chocolate milk. And the views were spectacular from your shoulder, where I was on top of the world! That’s where we first learnt the Birdie Song! It was always as though we were exploring in a foreign land, which palm trees and birdsong. And it was warm.
And Billing Aquadrome! My first boat, a Mirror Dinghy. She was a beautiful boat, who I named Swallow – and she was my first memory of sailing! I knew that was what I wanted to do. Her mast may have been too tall to fit under the trees, but Alex and I had a wonderful time paddling up streams in our rubber dinghies.
Thank you, dad, for instilling in me this love for travel and the sea. You formed my dream of sailing around the world, and when we do it, we do it thanks to you. I love my life, and I love who you made me. Thank you for that.
In memorium. 14/09/49 – 30/01/11