It was the perfect afternoon to head out across The Fleet to Chessil Bank.
The other side calm, so calm.
The only fly in our ointment was these pesky kids.
No matter how hard we tried
we couldn't shake 'em off.
No matter how deep we dug our paddles,
there they were,
spraying us with OUR bilge pump.
Eventually we got back to Eastfleet campsite.
Landed our boats.
All of us were soaked after our water fights.
Perfection.
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