Master Of The Water

Yesterday I was lucky enough to get out on the river and go canoeing with my stepdad.

For this 50th birthday my mother had purchased the canoe and he had already been out a couple of times, once to fish and once to show my mother how it all worked.

Yesterday afternoon I embarked on the journey down to the river, my stepdad and carrying a 30kg canoe down the road. Once there, we jumped in and paddled up-river, against the tide.

Half an hour in we decided to stop, look at some of the bigger boats moored up and then start our journey back to the slip on the side of the river. Obviously it was much easier on the way home, the tide helping our strokes as we powered back in half the time it took to get out there.

As we returned we managed to slip straight by the local sailing club Regatta, getting a few waves from people on their boats and the Coastguard.

We walked back towards home, a little achy but energised after our paddle, luckily there was a hearty dinner waiting for us when we got in.