Erroll and Lindsay asked if I would go watch their surfing this evening at sunset. I happily followed the two, each with both arms around their boards, Erroll in front and Lindsay in back, co operating (who woulda thunk it???) and tripping down the road to the beach. I was the official sandal guard (Erroll's were stolen yesterday while they were out in the ocean). It's a good thing I had some kind of job, since I couldn't see which head was who's and consequently, couldn't see my kids surf.
The sun set, and as per usual, my kids were following up the rear. Except Erroll didn't come back. Linds and I stood in the whooshing waves and tried to see if any of the 3 heads out there were his. There was one WAAAY out there. hmmm. grumble grumble.
Finally, Erroll comes surfing to the shallows where we stood and explained that there was a strong after current (not sure if that's the correct term) and he got stuck in it, being swept out into the ocean. Alex, one of their instructors was out there and managed to coax Erroll back. His arms about fell off, it was that strong. Sigh. How's a mother to let go?
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