The naval side of things was achieved on Lake Needlewood, where we hired a row boat for a couple of hours in the scorching heat. The idea was that being on the water would keep things cool, and I imagine it did for those of us that didn't spend the time rowing. Having two coxes shouting at me to go faster was a new experience.
After that we headed down to the Muckers, who were doing their usual trick of magnificently hosting an American holiday party. Sadly they made the mistake of inviting the British, which guaranteed the downpour. My parents' family album is full of photos of us barbecuing under umbrellas, usually in swimwear - because it's the summer and we're blooming well going to enjoy it! Though I managed to convince Vince to reenact the moment he refused to do it shirtless.
Someone who was happy to be shirtless was Jack, who jumped into the Navy Yard fountains with the kids the next day when the sun came out again. I stood on the side offering encouragement but didn't want to undermine his authority by paddling myself. Holiday weekend or not, a British gentleman never removes his socks and sandals in public.
Looking ship-shape and Bristol fashion.
Down the gangplank.
The passengers.
The engine room.
The green and pleasant land surrounding Needlewood Lake.
We seem to be going in circles.
A floating buffet.
Holidays are a strain on Hannah.
There seems to be some drag on this boat...
In the interests of balance (of which there was little on the boat itself) here's Hannah putting in some effort, with Pete coaching.
Feeding time.
Please control yourself in public, Mrs Murnane.
Boys in the water.
"No horseplay" says one sign, but rules aren't enforced on a holiday.
