The Canoe

Setting out to sea in a second hand canoe, just the two of us.
Idly paddling.
Gazing round wistfully at the shore, which had of course disappeared.
Both of us facing the same way but not at each other.
Good thing perhaps as I probably look terrified.
Dip, pull, dip, pull, dip, pull, ad nauseum.
Where will it all end, should have shelled out for life jackets after all.
The sea is devoid of road signs, roundabouts or markings of any sort.
Need some sort of instinct.
Would just be happy with some sort of popular science intuition.

All this is of course to come, as I have just bought a rather clumsy looking, ex hire, non sea going canoe at a knock down price.
First fine day . .