There is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

From The Wind in the Willows (1908) by Kenneth Grahame.  Always a good reminder from Rat - 

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There is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of ‘em, it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do.