“How are you doing that?” asks Clara, watching her grandfather’s technique admiringly. “I rowed Mum around for about an hour yesterday, and my hands are raw.” “You need to pee on them,” he says. “Huh?” “Your hands,” he says. “They get like that if you’ve been rowing for too long. You need to pee on them. They’ll toughen up.” “Urgh, no.” He shrugs. “Maritime life isn’t for everybody.”
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