This is William. He's not one of those kids that tend to carry their problems. He's fairly relaxed.
This weekend, William was sailing in the RS Tera Start of Seasons. A great event, a squad selector and the first event after the long cold winter's training. William is fairly new to the class, so for him, it was a matter of completing the event and learning something new.
I was William's plus one for the weekend, as the others were off on rugby tour and a D of E weekend. So we had each other exclusively. This could go one of two ways. Brilliantly or hopelessly.
We set off, car loaded up. William excitedly sat in the front. Then opened his book. "William, darling, would you mind awfully putting the postcode into the satnav? I've got to concentrate." Driving with the boat on the roof makes me terribly nervous. I have visions of it flying of half way down the motorway. So I've learnt that the best policy once you've checked, double checked and tripled checked it, is to panic about it continually until you arrive safely. "Sure, no problem." He replied.
Ok, silence save for the odd page turning. "William, would you put the radio on? I could use the company." (Monster hint). "Sure, no problem" replied William as he twiddled the stereo without his eyes leaving the page of the book. Marvellous, thanks darling.
The forecast for the weekend, being the end of April and all that, was cold. Artic winds coming from the North. How joyous. After what has felt like a very prolonged winter, we are all desperate for a little respite. However the sun shone. All day. I helped out on finish line which was great fun as we got to cheer all the kids as they came over the line. There were 72 competitors, a super bunch, full of smiles as they crossed the line. A great day.
I treated William to a curry that evening. Just the 2 of us at the local curry house. I brushed my hair and William changed his socks. They treated us royally. The book was banished and we had a wonderful evening discussing the days highlights.
The next morning dawned. I was woken by the cats, that William had insisted I needed last night in my room. It was like sleeping in a zoo. We set off, William pulled out his book and I begged for radio company. We arrived, with 20 minutes to spare, only to be greeted with the sight of the boats launching off to the race course. Some brilliant friends rigged William's boat whilst I pulled his wetsuit on and taped chocolate bars to his boat. They were doing 4 races back to back. I had to radio a rib to take me out to the finish line. I arrived as the starting gun sounded. A little close to the wire. Maybe William and I shouldn't be left alone too often.
Not only did we survive, we thrived. The car was possibly a low point for me, watching a boat that isn't going to fall off, isn't good for the soul. William sailed well, learnt lots, largely pulling in his main and eating the chocolate bars that I had lovingly taped to his boat. We all reunited with a family dinner and swapped tales.