Our boat was waiting for us at Kingston just below the bridge. We walked over to it and stepped in.
"Are you alright, sir?" said the man.
"Right it is," we answered, and we pushed off and went out into the waters which, for two weeks, were to be our home.
It was a glorious morning, late spring or early summer, as you wish to call it, when the delicate green of grass and trees is turning deeper green; and the year seems like a beautiful young girl about to become a woman.
