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But someone might die!

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Last weekend, something wasn’t right. I woke up on Saturday with my day planned out. Admittedly it wasn’t particularly thrilling….getting a mammoth laundry into buckets, catching up on craft projects, mending, a walk, some firewood… But I was happy to have a quiet day at home and felt content.

At breakfast, Hugh bounced in,
‘let’s take the canoe out to sea and catch some mackerel’ he cried
Tansy and Leo dropped their porridge spoons with a clatter and started cheering and something in me contracted. I reasoned that it was my day’s plans being disrupted, however dull!
Sandwiches were busily prepared and our canoe strapped to the roof of the car. I plodded on with my laundry, conscious of dragging everyone’s mood down. Adult bickering commenced.

The car wouldn’t start. After a lengthy effort with jump leads and a neighbour’s car we were off, my mood becoming blacker and more morose the nearer we got to the sea.

‘Can’t we just canoe down the river as normal?’ I may have said, a few times.

We parked up to unload the canoe with the intention of moving the car to a pleasant spot that doesn’t cost £8 to be there.
We unloaded the canoe. The car wouldn’t start. No money for parking. My back was having one its low days and I wasn’t relishing carrying a big canadian canoe several hundred  metres to the sea. In a rather untimely way, I started to fret about suncream, which we had forgotten, on one of the two days this summer when it’s actually been sunny enough to need it. I started to fret about carrying the canoe with a bad back, and about having to call the car rescue service at the end of a long day in order to get home.  I mentioned canoeing in the river again, until it was pointed out that as the car wouldn’t start and we were at the sea, this wasn’t an option.
Adult bickering continued, with renewed intensity.

I ran off to the cash point to get parking money and calm down. I was feeling really really anxious. I considered going off on some adventure of my own after visiting the cash point.  I felt unhappy and obstructive and I knew everyone was getting frustrated with me.

While I was waiting in the shop to buy a newspaper to get change for the parking, I idly glanced down at the headline on the local paper which sat on the counter.

‘Record number of rescues by lifeguards this year off the coast of Devon……parents are being warned….the sea is a dangerous place….etc’
Boom! Of course. That was why I was feeling so anxious it was like I had a ball of wire in my stomach. I was afraid another of my children was going to die.

There’s something about the sea, perhaps because I was raised by land loving, sea fearing folks, that scares the hell out of me. Its majestic, beautiful, inspiring, breathtaking, but my childhood was punctuated by drowning dreams and I’ve never been someone who would pull on a wetsuit and go tearing head first into an enormous wave. Unlike my seriously water obsessed-grew-up-a-minute-from-the-beach partner.

I will happily swim about in a very calm sea on a warm day, and I love collecting shells and I don’t mind going on a ferry, but a little canoe, out to sea, with my children?

Visions of them being thrown from the boat and tossed about in dark stormy waves filled my eyes with tears and my heart with terror.
You see I have seen Death. Head to head with the terrible awesome finality with which it strikes. The speed, the shock, the suddeness, just another sunny day with the kids. Pottering about, eating pancakes, thinking vaguely about what to do next, washing up, then I’m in an air ambulance with my daughter in a coma, then I’m in a hospital ward with a dead daughter.

And I can’t be the relaxed chilled mum any more who thinks everything will be fine and things like that don’t happen to us only to other people and usually only in the newspaper or at least in another town.
Because they happen to anyone, any time without a moments warning.

But we’re still here. We survived. But we are changed.
If some one is later than they said they’d be and hasn’t let me know they’re ok, I’m not very relaxed.
Walking on a street or a pier or a river bank with small, impulsive, quick children is hard for me and my shoulders drop when we are away from traffic, deep water, danger.

Back at the carpark, I tried, not very eloquently to say that I was anxious, but I was shown the flat, calm expanse of water ahead of me and promised a calm, quiet, windless weather outlook for the afternoon.

It was, in the end a lovely day, of which I took many photographs which unfortunately are on a memory card somewhere around Brixham harbour, being nibbled by fish. My muscles gradually smoothed themselves out, we picnicked on a beach with egrets and oyster catchers nearby, Tansy and Leo caught seven silver mackerel, and I swam in a beautifully cool refreshing and calm sea. It  wasn’t dangerous, it was really really lovely and I’ve got to just keep doing stuff even though I’m terrified.
Because I’m alive and I’ve got to live. And so have my kids

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2 thoughts on “But someone might die!

  1. What a heartfelt and truly absorbing post. So many of us feel this way – that we must LIVE – but it's so easy to be flippant about it without truly understanding what it really means. I'm glad you enjoyed the day x

  2. I too have panics about such scenarios. You are really brave Henrietta. Sending you loads of love X

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