It has been pouring rain all day here in Queensland as I endure the throes of a ghastly cold with copious amounts of tea, coffee and hot, garlicky soup whilst watching Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries.
On such a stormy day I always think of the Netherlands, so I thought we’d take a visual jaunt to the canals outside Amsterdam while we stay warm and dry indoors.
We were a jolly party gathered on the shores of Broek in Waterland, jostling drinks, blankets, raincoats and other paraphernalia as we clambered aboard our whisper boats for a cruise through quiet villages out into the marshes.
We had such a splendid time motoring along, dreaming of buying homes along the canal, tidy yards overflowing with cheery nasturtiums and giant hydrangeas, colorful boats parked out front.
I especially liked the seating areas set up right on the water, quiet places surrounded by flowers with uninterrupted views of birds, lily pads and whoever motored past.
As we left the shelter of the watery neighborhood, we were assaulted with fierce winds. Casting a wary eye at dark clouds billowing overhead, we puttered along cautiously.
Within moments we were in the middle of a full-fledged storm, sleety rain pelting us with icy ferocity, white-capped waves dashing against the boats.
All those blankets we had tossed in merely out of habit were hastily rummaged from under our seats. We swathed ourselves as warmly as we would and huddled close for protection from the elements.
Sensible people would’ve turned around, but we were having far too much fun, feeling rather brave and adventurous out on the tossing waters. So on we went, backs against the wind and rain, laughing and shouting to be heard over the gale.
I loved it.
When we were sufficiently drenched and cold and ravenously hungry we headed back, encountering a few adventures along the way. Weeds tangled around our motor so my sis-in-law punted while my brother messed about under water getting rid of the foliage. We were chased by a rather ferocious swan and nearly got stuck when we veered too close to shore to look at something.
It was marvelously fun.
Finally we made it back to calm waters, the winds blocked by towering trees and sturdy brick buildings. We had the canals to ourselves, everyone else kept indoors by the inclement weather.
We motored back to the dock, shaking out dripping blankets and jackets before heading home to dry clothes, a hearty meal, and numerous cups of steaming Dutch coffee topped with thick froth.
It was a wonderful way to spend a stormy day.
What is the best adventure you’ve had in the rain?