Then [the Rat]held up his forepaw as the Mole stepped gingerly down. “Lean on that!” he said. “Now then, step lively!” and the Mole to his surprise and rapture found himself actually seated in the stern of a real boat.
“This has been a wonderful day!” said he, as the Rat shoved off and took to the sculls again. “Do you know, I’ve never been in a boat before in all my life.”
“What?” cried the Rat, open-mouthed: “Never been in a–you never–well I–what have you been doing, then?”
“Is it so nice as all that?” asked the Mole shyly.
[…] “Nice? It’s the ONLY thing,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. “Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”
(Chapter 1, The Wind in the Willows)
As you can maybe guess, I went out on a boat this weekend. Friends of ours had access to two sweet inflatable kayaks, so we went up to Cutler Reservoir and paddled around in search of birds. Much like Mole, I’d never been in a kayak and I, too, was pretty enraptured.