Crossing the Border

Open boats. The end of my first academic year in St Andrews. Soup and a sensitive handle. The last official trip of the academic year. Taking a digital camera on the river for the first time. The last chance to see a lot of friends, some possibly for quite a while. Using cider to rehydrate myself. Learning that even after a year, I still don't know a lot of people as well as I would like to. Fire. Changing opinions on things and people. Diving for soap in the river. Meeting the my academic great-great-grandmother. Spooning a mound on the ground to get at least some sleep. Finally letting go, I think. Sailing Canoes. Scraping blue and red on stones in the river. Kayaker's tan. Factoids. Paddling all the way to England. Ladybird. Limbo and skipping.