We had one of those this weekend. The aim was to go to Somerset to see our mate Julie and her four kids to celebrate her winning the Octavia Hill Wild Hero Award. But we were going nowhere fast. The only thing that kept us from chewing the car seats out of demented frustration was John Grant's Pale Green Ghosts album at full volume. By the time we got to the fiesta that is the M5 standstill outside Bristol I was singing GMF (explicit lyrics) so loudly, I was able to drown out the constant drizzle of discontent from the rest of the family.
However, we got there in the end. And I would do it all again in a second just to see this face again (see side pic). The next day our endurance was rewarded with all sorts of brilliant adventures from feeding Julie's pigs Ginger, Honey and Daisy to having a ma-hoosive bonfire. But easily the best moment, was when the boys took on the river. And that's where that face comes in.
Bobby: "Soli, Shall we jump from the bridge? Shall we? Shall we?"
Soli: "Oh. Mmm. That's like the hardest bit to jump from."
Bobby: "Come on let's jump from the bridge! Oh my days! Shall I? I don't know. Shall we?"
And so the conversation went for about ten minutes. Then, giddy with the rush of the unknown, they went for it. They jumped right into the pondweed and tangly reeds. The mix of fear, exhilaration, anticipation and pure joy was so distilled and great, it was almost spiritual. It got me thinking, when was the last time I felt all those emotions in one bundle? I'm not sure I could remember... Can you?
What you need:
- A creek or river
- A launchpad. Either a low bridge, a rope swing, or a grassy bank
Top tip: Everything is more fun when you're doing it in your pants.
Top quote: "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." Heraclitus