One of the first rides we came across on the pier was this log-canoe ride. Wilson regarded it suspiciously, walking slowly round the perimeter and asking the operator how deep the water was at its deepest point. Reassured by his answer (four inches) he announced that he might, just might be persuaded to ride one of the canoes.
While I bought him a ticket he carefully inspected all the canoes to locate the one with the driest seats — and therefore, he reasoned, the one in which he was least likely to get wet.
He insisted that I walk beside his canoe throughout the ride, and at the first sign of his vessel sinking I was to snatch him out and dry him. 'This could be like The Titanic all over again!' he told me, nervously.
When he finally disembarked the only wet part of him was his brow — with sweat!
You'd have thought he'd been on The Big One at Blackpool, but for W, with his fear and dislike of water, it was a real achievement.
I bought him a big Candy Floss [Cotton Candy] to reward his bravery.
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