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.
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.