*Leah*
If Michael wants to keep distance between us, he has certainly chosen the perfect boat for that purpose. It is long with a flat bottom. Holding the white lacy parasol that Kai had given me a couple of years ago, I sit at one end while Michael stands at the other, impressing me as he stays balanced while dropping the pole into the water and then pushing it back, guiding the craft through the stream.
"I assumed we were going rowing," I say.
Michael had been waiting in a car for me near the park entrance. It seems this gentleman of leisure has his own car available to him, but wherever he stores it makes it inconvenient to retrieve on short notice. But he had apperantly made arrangements to have it on hand for this planned excursion.
"I prefer punting," he says.
"It's such an odd
