We have another one to add to the long list of 'hobbies H1 and I cannot afford'. See also: tennis, cycling, buying Tom Dixon lamps. The newest entry? Sailing.
Now as you'll note from the list above, this doesn't mean we don't indulge in said hobbies. When it comes to sailing, however, we're a bit more restricted, due to the fact that neither of us should be in sole charge of a yacht, and we don't own a yacht. Pretty significant roadblocks, but not insurmountable ones, because you know who can sail? My mum and dad. And you know who does own a yacht? Yep, that's right – my mum and dad.
I knew I liked sailing, but I didn't realise how totally fantastic it could be until I went out recently with my parents for the weekend. It was a beautiful day when we left, and we made it to Kawau in good time, mooring in Mansion House Bay for the night with about 20 other keen boats (most of which my parents knew from their home marina).
After a dinner of lamb and salad, I popped back up on deck to chill out in the last of the daylight and take some photos of the sun, which was valiantly trying to get the last word in. It was completely still around me. It had been a long time since I felt that far away from all the daily stresses that we have as adults*. I felt free, and relaxed, and secure in the knowledge that I still had solid phone reception. Cheers, Vodafone.
The next day we ate a classic Kiwi breakfast of bacon, eggs and tomato, then rowed into shore to take a wander around that side of Kawau and wait for the café to open up. Yeah, that's right. There's a café in Mansion House Bay, where all the boaties can grab their coffee in the morning. Phone reception and flat whites – essentially, I now believe that sailing is much like walking down Ponsonby Road. And I love it.
*I was thinking today about how there's always something you need to do, even outside of work, and felt quite disgusted with my younger self for not knowing what an easy, unencumbered life I had.