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Rock the Boat
“Theres a disco on at Errwood, the sailing club”, said someone.
“Shall we go, that’s miles away?” I asked.
No answer came, but an hour later, the four of us were there.
I pulled, straight away, Carol or Karen, I’m not sure of the name now. She came from Furness Vale.
We danced to the Tramps, “Disco Inferno” and drank cheap cider.
After an hour or so we slipped outside
and made love in the long grass between the boats.
Three lads came past and laughed at us, they wanted to take a boat out, onto the cold reservoir.
“Come with us” one said. “No” said a second
“they’d rock the boat, going at it like that”.
Laughing they moved on.
We carried on regardless.
An hour later the police siren shook us out of the long grass.
Someone had drowned.
Jumped overboard for a laugh.
Cold shock.
He was never found.
Fate, sometimes gives you a rabbit punch.
I’m a diver, dive leader and dive medic.
Perhaps I should have rocked that boat.
