Sunday, May 17, 2020

The roots of obsession

I think maybe I begin to understand the roots of my obsession with dinghy cruising.

In our household, growing up, each night there would be table cloth and place mats for each family member.  They had particularly boaty themes, including this one, which somehow or other I have managed to hold onto to this day.

This is pure speculation, as my memory is very foggy and general, but perhaps I would be sitting, probably hungry, gazing at the picture on the place mat, when lo and behold, the image would be covered by a plate of  something delicious and nutritious and three veg.  Thankyou Mum.  I guess Pavlov could suggest why the neural pathway associating dinghy sailing with good things is so firmly established in my head.

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