It has been a while since I have travelled by water and I must admit to preferring it to almost any other form of travel. The opportunities of anything seem endless, everything seems possible, especially if you are on open seas. We kayaked, when was that, earlier this year, I can’t remember, but it was on a loch and it was cool. And last summer we were on quite a few ferries. It’s been ages since I was on anything with a small board motor it seems but what a way to travel.
I think I would’ve been quite happy travelling the world as a Victorian gent, a wealthy one of course, by steam boat and steam train, hot air balloon. Planes are so impersonal, you see nothing of a place and then land in its outskirts. A ferry, now if you sail into an old harbour you’re seeing the main hub of a town straight away, the heart of it. You immediately know your bearings based on its location and centre your journey from there. You can’t be lost. I love harbours. From ports to tiny fishing harbours, I wonder where that came from. Deep sarcasm there. Waves and foam, salt air and water, out on deck, freezing but really feeling the air. Planes take all that away and recycle it into pure fakery. Gies a boat any day.