Last weekend we took a trip to the North West of Scotland to go sea kayaking with a group called Kayak Scotland. We, being me, Paul, Martin (Mad Dog, Duracell Bunny), Son-blog and Nephew-the-muscles-Harry.
No-one capsized, which given my track record with river kayaking was against the odds.
Me river kayaking,-
The plan had been to paddle to the Old Forge Inn, the most remote pub in Britain. However Hurricane Katia put paid to that so we paddled the coast around Arisaig and Loch Ailort. The hope was that we would see otters, seals or something of Scotland's wildlife. The nearest we got was a cow that decided to block the road while eating the grass off a verge.
Still Harry got a good workout.
No-one capsized, which given my track record with river kayaking was against the odds.
Me river kayaking,-
The plan had been to paddle to the Old Forge Inn, the most remote pub in Britain. However Hurricane Katia put paid to that so we paddled the coast around Arisaig and Loch Ailort. The hope was that we would see otters, seals or something of Scotland's wildlife. The nearest we got was a cow that decided to block the road while eating the grass off a verge.
Still Harry got a good workout.
No comments:
Post a Comment