Look over the side
The water is clear to the sand three metres down. Fish school under the boat, and sunlight bends into moving caustics across the seabed.
Skip a stone
There's a handful of rocks on the seat beside you. Every one you throw lands with a ring of ripples and plays a note, always in key, on an FM bell.
Row where you like
Pick up both oars and pull, and the boat glides on. A sweep of one oar turns it. Your hands do the rowing, not a controller.
Cast a line, and wait
Flick the rod to cast. When the bobber goes under, reel in against the fish. Land it and it's mounted on a brass plaque with its name and weight.