This morning Dad noticed a give away sign on an old paddle board that had seen better days. It was just down the road from us, so he happily announced that it might be something I would like.
So off I trotted down the road, ready to pick up a medium-sized board and bring it home. I knocked on the door and asked the chappy there whether I could take it, and he agreed, as it has holes in it that he can’t mend.
Well, it was actually a rather heavy, sturdy, if somewhat holey, full-sized board. I grabbed one handle and the opposite side of the board and managed to lift it in a standing position to carry back up the road. Not for long, however, as it is a bit cumbersome to carry a long board sideways along a path.
Next I tried dragging the bottom part on the grass and just pulling it along. That worked until I reached the crossing and had to lift it over the road part. There were a few more driveways and a fenced-off footpath that presented similar issues. Halfway up the road I rested for a longer time. I called home. It took ages for the phone to answer. “Send Dad”, I said.
Eventually along came Dad with his car. It did surprise him that I managed to carry the long board half way up our road. Anyway, now we put it in his car and drove back. I think I could use a trolley of two wheels with some pvc pipe to take it to the beach, and some oars. It will be fun!