Today I pushed Derry the Skerry down to the local beach on her folding trolley. Oz and I rowed over to the Dog Beach. On the way we met Andrew in Szotka and had a nice chat bobbing round off the red stick. I could see him tacking back from over towards the pier. It's not a race, of course, but rowing straight I beat the laser tacking back to the red stick. I can keep the Skerry moving about 3 knots into about 10 knots headwind.
We pulled the boat up on the sand just past the safe harbour. As Oz gets older, we have not been walking that far, and he has not been there for a while, though it used to be a regular haunt for him. He was super pleased to be back there. He had a good old bark and run around with some other friendly dogs, and a good old gambol in the warm shallow pools that form there as the tide goes out. It was a very pleasant way to spend a few hours.
L. Francis Herreshoff observed "... for almost nothing gives a person a better feeling of well being than a good long row".
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