On the shore, in a dither...

Dear you,
 
If I could be sure the craft wouldn’t leak, I’d hop in on the double and set my oars in motion. But I ain’t sure, and so I linger. On the shore, in a dither. In the distance, Conway Castle.
 
An undecided state is, in short, no pleasurable state.
 
Yours in confusion of bother and profusion of knots,
X