"Eeeew. They did what? Up their bums?"
I was explaining to the boys what an enema is and why one might be the difference between life and death.
We were in the National Maritime Museum at Falmouth beside the actual boat the Robertson family were rescued from after 38 days adrift with no food or water.
Of course, I knew the story, but it still fascinates me - more so when you see exactly how small the boat is. Given how uncertain life can be and that the boundary between it and death so flimsy, survival against huge odds always causes a shiver. What makes the difference? Attitude or luck?