A Long Swim by Gum

As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee four two long And eye can putt the error rite Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye half run this poem threw it Eye am shore your pleased two no Its let her perfect in it's weigh My chequer tolled me sew.

A Long Swim by Gum

Brian (Gilligan) Collins didn’t realise that kayaks are not designed to be fitted with outboard motors and adapted for fishing until he embarked on an ill fated fishing trip off Exmouth this July. Realisation dawned one and a half kilometres out from Learmonth when his modified vessel capsized spilling Brian and the kayak’s contents (including his rods and fish) into the Indian Ocean.

But Brian was more dismayed to say the least when he realised that his newly fitted false teeth and sunglasses were making their way down to Neptune’s cellar. Coupled with this dilemma was finding himself as flotsam floating in the open sea with the shore a very long way into the distance.

As testimony to this 78 year old’s strength and determination he started his long swim to shore with his capsized, waterlogged craft in tow. Just to add some thrill to the occasion, Brian left his bait belt attached to his hip just in case a passing white pointer was looking for a fight not that Brian could have bitten back.

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