We arrived back Monday night in the dark with the Kayak stuffed in the car, about 3/4 mile from MR. No choice but to leave it where it was for the night
First thing this morning we moved the car down nearer the river
The nearest point being, very conveniently, right next to a recycling skip for dry plastic and cardboard so out with the knife and the unpacking
Seat and back rest attached (there have to be some concessions for ladies of a certain age, plus some)
and I was off
paddling back home
to MR like a good 'un - peace of cake this and quite a good little work out against the wind and the current...........but.........how do you get out?
preferably not like this..... my bum's got big since I last saw it. Dismounting technique definitely requires improvement. I was so busy laughing (saving on Tenna Lady's as my bum was so wet no one would know the difference) that the Kayak has disappeared from view!!!
I met a man in a lock later on today who said, "why were you on your hands and knees in hysterics when we passed this morning?" . "Mmmm I replied, it's a bit of a long story and only a shallow lock"
Loads of pics and more story to tell but no more time as we've re-joined NB Yarwood and are off for something to eat - I've worked up a bit of an appetite