"Run away to sea and you're on your own for a good long while. Climb into a canoe and you can be back by teatime. The big danger on the banks of the Say was a dodgy estate agent. At sea, my grandfather was burnt to death in an onboard explosion long before I was born. Take me to the river." The U.K.'s Guardian publishes a Frank Cottrell Boyce story that touches on the history, imagination, and freedom attached to rivers. A fine Father's Day tale.
By the way "There Is Nothing In the Water" comes from the intriguing CaughtByTheRiver.net, an "angling and culture" Web site.
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