A pirate on a jet-ski flying a skull and crossbones is not a sight you see every day. But if like me you were on Bognor sea front this afternoon, you would have seen pirates of all ages, shapes and sizes wandering around as part of this fun community event. The most impressive pirate had to be the Jack Sparrow look-a-like who pulled off a convincing camp gait Johnny Depp style – walking in a melodramatic and unbalanced fashion coupled with vigorous gesticulating of the hands!
Neighbourhood clubs and charities turned up to raise their profiles as well as a few pennies, such as the local RNLI who were out on the water demonstrating their unique life-saving skills. There was a warm and wonderful family atmosphere, not to mention the heady aroma of fish and chips wafting across the promenade. A few meows and a few morsels of fish later, I was a contented cat.
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My closest and most daring experience with water to date has always been my mad dash through the shower as John turns it on. For some reason, I hear the shower door open and the motor start to run and I am overcome with an impulse to hurtle on to the shower floor and leap across it before the water hits. But my encounters with water took a fresh turn on Sunday when John and I ventured across the seas with John’s daughter Natasha and her little boy. When I say ‘the seas’, I mean the bit known as the Solent between coastal Hampshire and the Isle of Wight, which from my perspective was like an ocean.
We arrived in Portsmouth, first in the queue for the ferry, and I felt like Jack Sparrow in Pirates, all villainous and swash-buckling, ready to board the Black Pearl. I got so excited I had to excuse myself for a moment and use the facilities. The ferry arrived at port and it looked like a giant rusted metal rectangle floating on the shimmering surface of the water. I looked resolute at John and he smiled reassuringly as he drove the car on to the boat and parked at the front. I stayed in my travel basket until we found a seat upstairs and got our cameras out. As we made our way to the outer deck, I could smell the salty sea air and hear the water swell as the Black Pearl parted the waves.
The Solent was calm and a murky turquoise green and the sky was blue with the odd puffy greyish-white cloud overhead. An aircraft carrier rested motionless at the harbour, speed boats powered past us and huge cargo ships sat ominously in the distance, their boxy silhouettes a reminder of the other world that exists at sea. The mainland got smaller and the Spinnaker Tower disappeared into the distance as we cruised towards the roughly diamond-shaped island that is known as an area of outstanding natural beauty. We soon arrived at Fishbourne, disembarked and set off through the narrow pot-holed country lanes and rural landscape towards the dramatic chalky coastline on the other side of the island at Sandown, where I caught sight of our destination.