Back in the early spring, gazing over the massive expanse of Lake Ontario, my clever father-in-law mentioned how great it would be for the kids to learn to sail. We drove past Toronto's yacht club and I thought "oh ya, that will never happen. It's got to cost a bomb." But then I had a brainwave: Why not learn to sail in New Brunswick where things like that are much less expensive?
Fast forward several months, and our youngsters show up for 2 weeks of daily sailing camp last week. They were a bit unnerved that first day but have taken to it like ducks to _____ (fill in the blank). It's a small group of children with a wide range of experience; they sail small boats, which can be handled solo (which Seb did briefly on his 2nd day!) or squeeze in 3 kids. Sophie is the 2nd youngest. Part of the fun was an "adventure day", when they all sailed off as a flotilla to a nearby island. There they had their packed lunches and explored; not quite Swallows and Amazons but close. As you can all imagine, Sebastian is asking whether he can return to the waters next year.
Gramps & Nana have kitted them out with sunglasses, sunglasses holders, lifejackets and better footwear. Even better, they dutifully make them a yummy packed lunch and drive them in every morning and then pick them up (quite tired) every afternoon. George is becoming very friendly with the boating club's commodore!
