Rory Pennefather wrote:
Our digs did a lot of river paddling on weekends and lots of it on the Umkomaas. One weekend Hubby came across a kid (baby goat) trapped between a swollen Umko and a steep , shaley bank. With his kind heart he couldn’t leave it so he loaded it up on his splashy and paddled it to safety. But it was either the thrill of paddling on a swollen Umko or Hubby’s advanced maternal abilities that got the kid attached to him for life. So of course he brought it home. Now the kid found living with so many canoeists stressful and it died soon after. Which was sad but inevitable and definitely not caused by any maternal neglect from its adoptive mother.
Talking of this adoptive mother, Hubby is as kind as they come, but he cannot cope with slovenly workmanship when it comes to canoes and that is one of the reasons why the canoes of Knysna Racing are made so well. Torture to Hubby was watching the rest of us repairing canoes or getting them ready for a race, so he would always take over and do the job perfectly. Working badly on a boat became a strategy, as Hubby always came and did the job for us.