Water sports – no, not that kind!

It must be in the blood.

Salt water runs through the veins of all Englishmen (not intending to be sexist here – I’m sure some dribbles through the gals too…).  It’s no accident that having travelled thousands and thousands of miles from my homeland to live in the Americas, I chose to park myself in fabulous Los Angeles – as close as I can afford to the great Pacific.  It was either that or the Atlantic seaboard for me.  Now the rest of the country – full no doubt with a million wonders and all – might as well not be there.  I think the same goes for Australia.  All life, it seems, is driven to the wet/dry boundary.  This is as it should be, even though it means too many others have the same idea resulting in traffic jams to beat the band. Ah – Los Angeles.

My good wife though, heralding as she does from Switzerland, sees nothing in the sea – only an void without any decent mountains.

For me, the water is everything.  Every minute spent on dry land should be in preparation for getting back in.  And nothing with engines and noise either.    To that end, and in no particular order we have:

• Kayaking
• Sailing
• Scuba diving
• everything else (swimming – too much like real work, snorkeling and boogie-boarding).  Surfing (and wind-surfing) should be on the list too, but these require some skill.  Oh well….

True, there are plenty of other worthwhile things to do here – but these could be done anywhere.  Leave the dry stuff for the poor souls who can’t get to the sea.