Fifteen years after I last saw it, the very first boat I bought in Angola pitches up in my yard!
God did I have some fun skiing behind that!
Dominic is on his way today after spending the holidays with me.
It was great. We went fishing, swimming in Rico’s pool, more fishing, went bird watching, more fishing, collected and delivered water to the locals, more fishing, went out plinking crabs with an air rifle, did some more fishing, you get the idea. We like fishing, by the way.
Understandably, he is a bit sad. Right now he is sitting in front of the TV waiting for the car to come and get him. He told me that he had enjoyed a great holiday. I corrected him by pointing out that WE had enjoyed a great holiday. I am sad too.
I think the best bit for him was the unexpected arrival of the Scouts. Here, scouts and scoutesses all mix in together so when he received an invite to come over for lunch on the beach with them, he leapt at the opportunity taking little Alex with him. They are the friendliest bunch of young people anyway but since Dominic and I were now delivering clean water to them as well as stuff from the shop at cost to save them having to resupply from town, they were falling over themselves to be nice. I told the Scout Master (would that be Akela?) that once I had my restaurant land leveled and since his troop were so well behaved and polite, in future he could camp on my land and enjoy access to the facilities. I gave Dominic my pocket book on Knots and Splices by Cyrus L Day years ago and quite by chance he had it with him. Having become quite adept, he gave lessons in tying knots which, let’s face it, is an essential badge to earn as a scout and earned him many an admiring glance.
|How's that for a neat way to tie a bottle carrier? No wonder the girls were impressed with Dominic's knots|
On their last night here they had a beach barbecue and invited Dominic. He is not quite fourteen but is as tall as an eighteen year old and very mature. I know that some of the scoutesses (some of them as old as 21 so legal game for me as well) had their eyes on him.
|Scoutesses. Every sleeping bag should come equipped with one|
|It's not me she's looking at with 'Come To Bed Eyes', it's Dominic behind the camera|
But what if he had fallen into the sea and no-one had noticed? What if he had left for home in the dark and been knocked down and was lying in agony in a ditch wondering when his Dad would miss him and come looking for him? What if this scout troop was the troop from hell and had introduced my son to pot and free sex (in which case why wasn’t I invited?).
At 23.30 I was still dithering when Dominic walked in.
‘Have a good time, Son?’ I asked, feigning nonchalance.
‘Dad! It is brilliant! They invited me to sleep over but I told them I really should be getting back or you would be worried’
‘I wasn’t worried Son, I trust you and I am VERY pleased you came back before midnight, this makes me trust you more. Would you like to grab your toothbrush and nip back?’
‘DAD CAN I? CAN I REALLY!!!’
|Woggles, toggles and boggles. In order of increasing seniority left to right|
‘See you in the morning Son’ I said and then, sotto voce, muttered a fervent prayer at his rapidly receding back, ‘hope you get laid!’ and went to switch the generator off.