A man nearly drowned last Saturday

Partly because of lack of time – but also because, in this case, I think brevity is better – today’s blog comes from occasional Canadian correspondent Anna Smith, who lives in a boat on a river near Vancouver.


She writes:

A man nearly drowned near my boat last Saturday afternoon.

It is not the first time this has happened.

But, this time, it was a bit unusual.

It was unusual because it was daytime and he was alone.

Usually it happens at night, at a dock party.

I happened to be reading a play in a book called Riders to the Sea.

For some reason, the bit that resonates with me is not the title of the play she was reading but the phrase: “Usually it happens at night”.

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