A funny thing happened earlier in the year. Dad visited a boat fair in Helsinki, fell in love with a little sailing boat and put in a very low offer thinking it would never be accepted. Of course a week later he got a phone call saying the offer was accepted. And so we all became part owners of a small Windmill sailing boat.
What makes it funny is that none of us of course knows how to sail. Talk about impulse purchasing!
So we had to call in the big guns, my uncle who has been sailing all his life. He came over to give us a first introduction to sailing.
Ok so it was definitively less “Gant-catalog” than what I had envisioned (I blame the bicycle helmet), but my goosh it was a lot of fun!
As an adult with not many hobbies (I don’t think watching Netflix, reading blogs or pinning on Pinterest count as hobbies) and two babies to take care of you don’t often get to try out new things or learn new skills.
So I absolutely loved our little sailing school. It wasn’t scary, it didn’t seem too difficult (of course we had the master captain to take care of everything) and the fact that you can make this little boat move really fast without any engine or petrol is simply fantastic!
I already see the boys in ten year’s time, in their pre-teens perhaps complaining about having to spend yet another summer at the summer house but being lured there with the help of the sailing boat. “Come on boys, you can take the boat out for the whole day.”
So turns out that Dad’s accidental purchase turned out to be a good one. I’m sure we will be all enjoy our little boat in the years to come.