Ask anyone I went to school with in ten years time who I am, or what I was well-known for, and you'll get a reply something along these lines:
"Ah yes, Lynne! She's the one who fell into the river at Crawfordsburn!"
It'll still be the case ten years after that...
Geography trips are never happy occasions, especially ones involving river studies. Shudder. However, kitted out in my wellies, (over several pairs of socks), hoodie, waterproof coat and tracksuit bottoms, I thought I was ready to face the world. At the tender age of twelve too (yet I remember it like it was yesterday...).
Little did I know that only a couple of hours later, the river in Crawfordsburn Country Park was ready to face me. Quite literally.
Now, before you think I'm not a fan of this place, I'd better put the record straight. I totally am. Crawfordsburn is a really beautiful place to spend a sunny day, with its many walks through the forest, wildlife, beach and visitor centre / cafe. It's just the river I don't like.
Having arrived at the country park and split into our designated groups, myself and my three friends decided that one of us should stay on dry land, whilst the rest of us should jump into the river and start measuring.
Which is precisely what I did. Leapt into that glistening river, slipped on a slimy rock, and ended up on my derriere. Fits of laughter emanated. Positively drenched, my reprisal soon followed, as I gallantly stepped onto the nearest rock...and enjoyed a lovely trip while I was at it. Tears of laughter poured down my friends' faces. Mortification lit up mine. Dear, oh dear.
Having eventually managed to compose myself and find my way back onto dry land, my Geography teacher informed me that she had acquired a pair of trackie bottoms from the tallest girl in the year. Great news when you're one of the shortest (!) Furthermore, she had actually brought a delightful peach coloured sweater with her, "just in case".
The rest of the day is history really. My mum was horrified at my dilapidated appearance when she came to collect, but even she had to stifle a giggle.
Each time I return to Crawfordsburn, this story haunts me. But the beach is such a gorgeous place to be on a summer's day that all is forgive. It truly is a great spot to chill, relax and forget about everything. Just avoid that darned river... read more