Watercolours
“I lean against the pillows with my pad and pencil ready and Mum sits down on the end of my bed and stretches her toes, frowning for a second at their chipped red polish. Then she begins. ‘Well, your dad always wanted to sail. He caught the fever young. Actually, he was about your age that first summer he went to stay with Uncle Alan at the marina.’ ‘Where is Uncle Alan?’ ‘Borneo, I think, hanging out with the orangutans.’ ‘I want to hang out with orangutans!’ ‘Anyway,’ she says, giving me a ste...rn look, ‘your dad always had an interest in boats, but really it was an interest in all things that went. Back then he had two passions: Superman and dirt-bikes, because both of these went like mad. Then he spent a week on Uncle Alan’s boat, helping to make it seaworthy. And in that week something powerful was stirred up inside him; he felt it as soon as he stepped aboard that thirty-footer. Under his feet the boat heaved like an animal on the swell and suddenly he found himself riding something more exciting than a dirt-bike.MoreLess
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