I'm writing again about my grandparents and their adventures on the water. My Pop, Grant, who was known as Jack, owned a boat which he took out fishing etc. My Grandma Doreen was a keen fisherwoman also. The photo from this weeks Sepia Saturday of a couple crossing a river, reminded me of one I have taken on Lake Forsyth on what appears to be a leisure trip in about the 1960s.
The hill behind the clinching couple on the Sepia Saturday website, looks a bit like the hill in the following photo. But that is where the likeness ends. Most of us Kiwi women get our feet wet. Out of necessity and the willingness to get dirty and try anything. My Grandma obviously had to get out and push the boat as well. Many hands make light work. NZ women are not scared of a bit of dirty cold water. She is in a lovely dress that she would have sewn herself (Grandma was a dressmaker). And she has a scarf on her head. It looks fairly windy as her dress is blowing against her legs.
This lake sits between Birdlings Flat, a stark and wonderful stoney beach with wild waves and extreme weather conditions, and Little River, a very small town which sometimes turns in to a river during flooding events. It is a great wee community and a lot of artists and alternative lifestyle people live there.
Lake Forsyth these days is quite full of algal blooms and general disgustingness due to it being often land locked and the effluent from surrounding cow farms flowing into it. Too much nitrogen, perfect for algae to grow! My Grandma said that in the past they used to open up the sea entrance to the lake to let the fresh seawater in, but this is not always done these days. I wasn't sure why, but have just read on wikipedia that these attempts at opening up the lake didn't improve the water quality very much. I went sailing on this lake once and was warned not to fall in as I would end up with some sort of gastro bug or poisoning from algae.
Anyway back to the fishing couple. Here is another photo of that day but with more people in the boat and a small boy onshore.
I don't know who the extra people are in the boat and can't really recognise them. The boy on shore could have been my Uncle Bill, but I can't see enough of him.
I have taken photos of this lake with amazing reflections and have also painted this scene, so know every crack and line well. It is a fascinating, yet very polluted lake.