Here's one of my water-side Memories:
Coming from a sea-faring family - my father and his father were both in the Merchant Navy - it was only natural that the family spent their leisure time getting wet.
When my Dad swapped a life on the ocean waves for family life, he bought himself a little speed boat and a pair of water-skis. Having a boat parked outside your house in the mid-1960's aroused a lot of interest down our street, and soon many of the neighbours, in an attempt to indulge their inner James Bond, were vying for a chance to man the boat or try their hand at water-skiing.
So, on one blue-skied August bank holiday, the family set off, with the boat in tow (and most of the neighbours) for the scenic vistas of Llangorse Lake in the Brecon Beacons.
Being only three years old, I stayed on the jetty with my granddad, who was too arthritic to climb into a boat and planned on doing a bit of fishing instead. We looked on at the excitement and drama taking place on the lake as the adults tried to accomplish the not-as-easy-as-it-looks art of water-skiing. I think it must have been the thrill of watching people walking on water that did it, because no sooner had granddad turned his back to cast his fishing rod than I strode off the jetty and onto the lake.
Luckily, my granddad's sense of hearing wasn't as slow as his mobility, and on hearing the PLOP, up-ended his walking stick and, as my head was about to disappear beneath the water, he hooked it around my neck and dragged me to safety.
You could say it was the biggest catch he'd ever had!
Tracey Morgan