Water Skiing

Despite being the strongest swimmer in our family (a very, very long time ago I used to train and compete with the City of Glasgow Swimming Club), I have not taken part in water sports such as sailing and windsurfing this holiday, preferring to swim and do some fitness classes. However James persuaded me that I should try water skiing, for the very good reason that this location provides an ideal opportunity, with free tuition at the beach every day. So today I signed up for a lesson and the boys came along too because they have done it before. Oh dear oh dear! I got all kitted up, the instructors took me out in the boat, but I could not hold onto the pole long enough to get going (beginners hold onto a horizontal pole attached to the boat before they graduate to a rope). My wrists were absolute agony; I could barely hold onto the pole at all and when the boat moved I fell back into the water. Needless to say I was a bit disappointed; I didn't expect my wrists to be the problem. If I ever try it again I will need to strengthen them. So I then watched Jamie, Ally and Davie water skiing and I was so proud of them. They are so fearless, and were all water skiing using the proper rope, skiing from side to side across the wake of the boat. James and I took some photos from the shore. David is back in the water today only five days after his accident because he was absolutely pining to get back to sailing and Jamie thinks that his stitches are healing up ok. In fact Jamie wants to take them out himself tomorrow or the next day; he was not impressed with the way the doctor did the stitches and thinks that they should come out soon to minimise scarring. So later in the morning David was back sailing and he was very happy. I love the way that the boys all compare sailing stories at lunch time. Grandma and I spent the morning at the pool and I went to Zumba and aqua aerobics. A lovely day.