(Picture by my Mum, me and my raft) 

I’m on the island, down by the beach looking over to the
neighbours who have moved in to a caravan, presumably to be able to keep a closer watch on us. I carry some
things up to Rogers house… Dad says that we shall not carry the last item, we
shall take it by boot. I take the boat… a fancy tourist one… I think that I
will have a problem docking, and I do… I understand what I have to do, but I
don’t get it right. My dad tells me of and I go in to a strop that nobody has
taught me how to use the boot.