An afternoon on the lake

Last Saturday before I set off home for the weekend, I got a call from my mate Dik. Knowing that I was on my way north he asked if I wanted to go out on his boat for the afternoon. About 3 hours later we met in Kesh and as Dik and Gar began to get the boat ready for the water, I fired up the camera and began to shoot lots and lots of video.

It wasn’t long before we were skimming over the waves with the wind in our hair – well, apparently it was in our hair but I can’t really vouch for that.

Captain ‘Gar’ at the wheel.

Before we got down to the nitty gritty (water skiing, wakeboarding and rubber ring-ing..?) we docked up in a little island called Lustybeg, which is a pretty swanky wedding venue by the way, for tea and sandwiches. Sure how can you be out on a boat all day without tea? Then wetsuits were donned and the fun was to begin. JD (not the drink) was up first for a spot of wakeboarding and then it was time for the rubber ring to come out to play. While this sounds like fun and for the first few fleeting seconds is indeed incredibly exhilarating, it quickly turns into utter panic. Lying belly down across the ring, grasping firmly onto two rope handles as your towed behind the back of a speedboat at about 30mph those lovely soft waves that you were looking at just minutes before with gushes of aww and splendor have now turned into hardended walls of concrete. I’ve been told that there is photographic evidence of me on the said ring, pulling faces of sheer terror. I don’t doubt it for a second.

I’m glad to report that none of those faces make it into the video below as I was safely behind the camera.

Now, why is it that I can’t wait to do it all over again?

Post edit, Mon 24th May. Those pictures of me? Here they are. Can I just say, isn’t life cruel – I spend my time taking incredibly flattering photographs of everyone I see and this is how I’m repaid.

Gareth, couldn’t you have looked scared for even a brief second? Just to make me feel that little bit better?