Today was day 2 of my 30-day raw food trial. I’ve been eating more or less mostly raw all week, and I’ve been on fresh fruit and nuts for breakfast since April, and salads for lunch since about 3000BC. I bought a ton of stuff today, have eaten about half, but am still suffering from what a friend of mine would call “detox symptoms” and most of us would just call hunger. Growly, empty stomach. This is despite including 2 lots of nuts, coconut milk, avocado and olives – all high-calorie items, and even a fair whack of protein… Gym workout was squats, went OK. It’s far too early in this experiment to expect much change. I did not feel like this in my post-Xmas week, but then I was also eating a vegan meal replacement called Huel (raw except some of the added vitamins may have been heated in processing). It’s very effective at keeping me from feeling hungry, and might feature again this time (though not often, I’d rather eat fresh whole foods).
I had a charming evening at the sailing club, watch old home movies from the 70s, filmed at the club. The palpable sense of community seen in these old super-8s was heartwarming, as was seeing people of all ages, and families with children, all together, enjoying the boats and the water, rather than mostly older folks, like so many sailing clubs seem to be now.
The boats themselves were mainly fabulous – late 60s designs, wooden, often self built or renovated, long booms, old-school sails made of natural fibres (to judge by how narrow the lengths of cloth used in their construction were). Just my sort of thing. Not many engines! Most people here still get in and out of the their berths without power, even though they have it. Jürgen, sitting next to me, looked and sounded wistfully melancholy when he said that “back then, many boats were built here”. If I recall correctly, he used to be a boatbuilder himself…I would love to build a wooden boat – maybe I could carry on the tradition. But those are dangerous thoughts, which I won’t continue here.
Also interesting was how manpower instead of machinery was used, from driving new piles (which also required waiting till the river freezes solid!), to launching and hauling, to shovelling snow. It takes many people, working together to get things done – but it looks like fun! With beer and huge pots of soup. The charm of days gone by… The club house building itself also saw its fortunes rise and fall, from smart in the late 30s (as seen in old photos also included in the video), to very scruffy in the late 70s (“we had simply no money then”). “Look at that”, my fellow members said about the pile driving with a self erected frame and 2 men working ropes. “Nowadays we’d just get a firm in to do it” but they sounded a little sad, as if we have lost something. Some feeling of community, that is so clear in these old films.
Jean turned up very late, past midnight, and so my day ended well, on a different day to that on which it had begun, with good, close company and sound sleep.