Lakes, rivers and oceans have figured in my family for many years. My grandparents on my dad's side, emigrated to North Shields in England from the island of Chios in Greece around 1900. Greeks and shipping go hand in hand of course. My grandad owned a ship's chandlery and a guesthouse for seafarers.
My parents too loved water. They were keen fly fisherfolk, my mum tying her own flies. My dad worked on the river all his life for the Harbour Master's office in North Shields and spent much of his days on the River Tyne. Now I live in Canada I feel drawn to the water myself. As a kid in Northumberland we would swim in rivers and I remember the cold of the first jump when my jaw felt like it was locking in the freezing water.
I awoke in the city this morning, bleary-eyed and reaching for the coffee I wondered why I felt so sleepy. Simple. The lake wasn't there to wake me up.
Read about : a visit to the Shaw Festival in Niagara-on-the-Lake and
a road trip to Tanglewood Music Festival in Lenox, Massachusetts.