The good times roll on, too many to recount. but there was this one time...
Mrs Didge is a much better swimmer than me and when we went to the beach she usually kept me company when we went far out -- anything from 500 metres from shore, and upward. One day when we were swimming back to the beach she trod water every so often, waiting for me to catch up. We had covered most of the distance and she was waiting one last time when I looked over my shoulder and saw a whopping great wave just starting to break. I picked up the pace, picked up the wave, and shot past her like a barracuda passing a jellyfish. Now that's what I call fun.