My sister and I have had the most fabulous afternoon. The weather was gorgeous, so we packed a picnic and headed down to the lake. We took our sailing boat out without the mast, (we’re not strong enough to lift it into place) with the paddle, rudder and centre board. We paddled out to the centre with a brisk breeze behind us, we were positively cruising along. We ate our picnic adrift and explored the furthest reaches of the lake.
It was lovely sitting in the nook at the front of the boat, legs dangling over the side, feet rushing through the warm waves, paddling strongly against the wind. When not on paddling duty, it was so relaxing, lying across the boat, legs over the side. The gentle rocking of the boat, and the bright sunshine nearly lulled me to sleep.
The afternoon felt particularly wonderful, because yesterday we sat on the jetty, feet in the lake, watching packs of children kayaking, canoeing and paddle-boarding. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. It was lovely on the jetty, but we yearned to be out on the water.
Today, we were.
I moved out of my Cambridge house today. After 3 years there, I can’t quite believe that I won’t be coming back.
I had a fabulous evening when I got home, cooking chicken fahitas with my sister, and then chilling out listening to music together over a cup of tea.
A conflicted feeling. I’m so sad to be leaving Cambridge, and so happy to be home.