I slowly backed my car up to the boat, inching slowly so that I didn’t accidentally bounce off it and send it flying down the boat ramp and back into the harbour. My father watched me from the side, hands on his hips and a somewhat vacant expression on his face – not exactly confidence inspiring.          ‘Am I far out?’ I called from the wound-down window, leaning out to try and get a better angle on the manoeuvre. He shot me a thumbs up. ‘Totally fine,’ he said. I frowned – that wasn’t actually an answer to my…