Sunday 17th December - way oop North...

An early start (still dark!) after an even earlier start on Saturday (Christmas shopping) - am looking forward to a lay-in on Monday before going to work...

We were off to meet some of the guys from the Bluebell group, open boaters all but with a great attitude and up for a laugh. Just as well as it turned out...
The Borders Esk runs through Langholm and Canonbie and has very good access and egress; grade 2 - 3, we were lucky to hit it at an optimum level on a fantastic day. Blue skies, sunshine and no wind to speak of. The shuttle was quickly sorted and we kitted up on the bank at Langholm with various comments regarding relative sizes of tackle being shared...

Little and large?

The river was sweet but not challenging until quite a way down where short 2+ / 3 rapids were inspected or played upon depending on your viewpoint. The highlight of the trip, a weir about 30 minutes above Canonbie, was checked out and a number of lines chosen and run. Andrew ran an audacious line, riding a boil between two 20m wide stoppery drops as if on rails; it's great to see the youth go for lines like this, so full of confidence and self-belief. Yours truly attempted to follow him, but ended up dropping into the slot halfway along and having to surf and blast back out.... No problem other than a lack of boat control!

Boofing at the start of the interesting section....

Further mini rapids followed and a rather interesting game of spot the swimming canoeist followed... watching Andrew (in a 7 foot long playboat) shunt a swamped canoe, weighing upward of 3 tonnes, into an eddy was a joy to behold. No damage, just chilled bodies forced a change of pace and everybody belted off down to the get-out. Fun day, great fun with the "big boats" and an ideal wind down towards the madness of Christmas.

Stuart - almost on the plane!

Sunday 10th December - Because we're worth it

Simon and Mark were coming up to play, but late on Saturday Simon had to pull out. No worries, Mark was still "on" and a trip into Eskdale was in order. It rained on Saturday night; Metcheck suggested ~25mm between midnight and 9 am; it was still sheeting down as we started the kilometer or so walk up to the first main falls at 11:45...

Surprisingly the level was in-between, too little to clear the pinny rocks, too high to chance sliding between them and the hole under the first proper fall. While avoidable, it would have taken a difficult launch, paddling the drop individually and with lots of safety faff, then out of the boats to portage the sharp rock-littered cheese grater sections below. Mark had decided early to walk (making his point by dropping his boat 400m earlier).. a no brainer really, so the youth and I sealed in just below the grater and headed back to where Mark had dropped his boat. Mark saw us coming and joined us on the river and we continued down through the gorge and Doctors Bridge sections to the usual take-out by the King George IV pub; a good run, making up for the lack of water higher up and a first for Mark.

Saturday 9th December - And the rains came....but stopped again!

Friday 8th December and the sun shone all day. For the whole week leading up to Friday it had rained with Flood Watch warnings from the EA in force for most Cumbrian rivers. Then it stopped...

Me and the youth headed over to Keswick on Saturday morning with sunshine and a following breeze; no bike but the expectation of blagging a shuttle on the Greta - we weren't to be disappointed. About 8 paddlers were getting on and a further 4 arrived as we finished changing. A quick chat later and the shuttle was sorted with the late arrivals offering a lift back from the Pencil Mill get-out. The level was about 4" above the mark at Threlkeld bridge, putting us well above the minimum "agreement" level; certainly enough water for a fun, bouncey run, but nothing approaching what was to go off later in the weekend.

We took our time running down, really working the technical sections with cross river ferries into ever smaller eddies and surfing anything that looked surfable. Unfortunately for Andrew the Mill playwave was too grabby for fun though he did enjoy spinning his boat from a rope swing just before we got out....

Pity that our new found shuttle bunnies didn't know where the get-out was, two hot chocolates (Climbing Wall vending machine, 50p required) later and they waved us a cheery "hiya" as they paddled on past towards Bass Lake, signalling time for me to call a cab! Oh - and no mention made of a technical swim after getting off the river, eh mate?

The river had fallen, possibly by a good 8" while we were on, down to the bottom step at Fitz park - probably not worth running at much less than the white bridge marker.

Friday 8th December - Surprise, surprise!

Both the boys over tonight and out for a meal at the Royal Oak. Donal bought a DVD which we sat and watched later on... Really enjoyable evening all round with the big lad seemingly relaxed and genuinely happy to be home. He should have headed back to Manchester in the morning, but overslept ('til lunchtime!) I found him when I dropped in on the way to the dentist and gave him a ride into school instead...

Still more rain, flooding in Dumfries and central Lakes.... looking good / crazy for the weekend!

Wednesday 6th December - More good news...

Andrew's drysuit just arrived back from Palm; it had leaked from new in both boots (Sidewinder suit with fitted, fabric boots). UK Canoes fired it back to Palm, they retaped all the seams in each boot & returned it to us at home. No hassle, let's just hope it no longer leaks (and that he'll start treating it a bit better !)

Most W Lakes rivers on Flood Watch status still, even the Calder! With more rain forecast for the rest of the week, things could be interesting for the weekend. Must get some more painkillers.....

Sunday 3rd December - A blast from the past...

Earlier this year Andy & I blagged a shuttle with a couple of paddlers at the get-out on the river Leven. Right out of the blue one of them, Simon G, rang on Saturday night to say that his mate had done his shoulder in and were we looking to paddle this weekend.... 5 minutes later we had arranged to hook up on Sunday morning depending on where the rain fell during the night.

Now, Andrew was dead set on playboating at Wookie Weir and we had thought about the Greta, then back to Wookie on the way home. However, Simon's mate had done his shoulder on the Greta the previous weekend, so we settled for the Duddon since it had rained like mad all night and it promised to be at a high to bankful level...
Sunday morning and off we go, still raining hard and with big tides and hard on-shore winds, all the rivers were out of their banks on the way down. None of which helped with my nerves (and bruises) hanging over from last weekends swimming session...

Good reasons not to swim the Glaslyn Gorge!

Still, I had been down the Duddon with Tim and Aimee a couple of weeks back so felt reasonably happy about a revisit. Soon we had the shuttle sorted and into our boats. Simon ran the top section of Tarn Beck; we didn't fancy it in little boats / big water but jumped on below the grade 5 bit and down to the Duddon proper at a good lick.

Simon on the middle drop, Tarn Beck

Really good levels made it a fast trip, despite strong head winds - we had to ferry both the river and the wind at times! The first rapid was "snuck" river left, just because we could, rather than the river right line, then rapid followed wave followed rapid....

I was a bag of nerves at the top of the gorge, still feeling sore (especially if I tried to lift my left edge!) but a quick look, photos of A and S, then my turn. A cinch at this level, far easier than I'd ever run it, just point and go - big waves and boils, but nothing to upset any of us, just a blast through a boily gorge. Good fun or what :)

Andrew kicking the entrance rapid into shape...

The last drop under a fantastic old packhorse bridge came too soon. Once again far less technical than previously; unfortunately I was surprised to find the others lurking in an eddy just above the drop which upset my concentration; what were they doing there!? Waiting for muggins to find the line through the double drop I guess! No problem though, a quick sweep put me back in control, into the eddy below the rapid and wave the others on down. Sweet. On to the take-out just upstream of Duddon Bridge; the playwave looked fine but we were too cold to bother; there will always be another day.... Great to be back home after sorting kit, in front of the fire, bowls of homemade soup inside us. Content until next time : )

24 November 2006 - Some weekend....

Those nice folk at Palm had sent my drysuit back; calls were made, plans were hatched. With my birthday on the horizon, we didn't need any more of an excuse.... So there we were off to Dollgellau for a pre-birthday weekend of kayaking and maybe (possibly) a beer or three.... Friday night turned into Saturday morning with the bar at Briach Goch left open and an honesty list, which eventually caught up with us on Sunday morning....

D & A working out where they are off to next

Saturday 9 am saw us hooking up with the day-trippers and off we went on the Afon Twmyn (after spending a further hour chasing missing mates and neoprene gear). Long run, good level and a long gorge section at the bottom warmed us up nicely, despite some upside down time for me.
Upwards and onwards and the Afon Dulas was next on the list. Beer heads were wearing off by now and a more dynamic approach was adopted (i.e. I started paddling with my eyes open). Another good river with interesting grade 3 rapids leading onto a short grade 4 - where an otter jumped across my bow and into the river during a hailstorm; first time I ever saw one (otter that is)...

Me on the Afon Dulas

... and onto the last excitement of the day, a steep, right bend with a grade 5 drop. Lots of chin scratching and safety set up before we ran it. Simon discovered that the right bank was undercut and spent a few seconds inspecting it from underneath. Although shaken, he wasn't particularly stirred by the experience. I think that he'll not be so keen to paddle my old RPM too often after this!

Back to Braich Goch and, once scrubbed up, it was off to Machylleth for an Indian followed by a more sedate evening of pool and The Reverend Bell (a local beer, highly recommended)

Sunday: another big breakfast and quickly pack and vacate our rooms. Rain and sunshine swapped places as we drove north toward Beddgellert and the mighty Aberglaslyn Gorge. The paddle down to the Gorge proper was beautiful, bright sunshine, sparkling water and everybody up for what was about to come. I'm saying little more than a swim down the top section of the Gorge hurts. Lots. Andrew, Chas and Darren ran it in Fine style; I managed to bend sufficiently to get back into my boat to complete the bottom section and Simon made the brave decision to stay on the bank providing safety. Oh well, at least I managed a self-rescue without loosing any kit. Just lots of pride. Apparently I said "ouch" and random expletives a lot and sulked much of the way home - I blame that on the Cocodamol though. The bruises are now neatly joined up and run from my thigh to my ribs.... body armour anyone?

Oops - sort that roll out!

Andrew hits his alternative line

Darren styling (or air-bracing?) Legbreaker

Long drive home but worth it; a top weekend with good company and plenty of action on the water. Who said birthdays are boring?

Friday 3rd November 2006 - Those nice folk at Typhoon

Had a phone call from Typhoon this morning (Friday). On Wednesday I posted my drysuit, complete with broken zip, back to them having been told it would cost lots of dosh to get it fixed.

Billy, the caller, said not. In fact the zip was faulty and they are repairing it free of charge.

Nice one Billy and thanks to Typhoon : )

NO - not THAT sort of Typhoon, doh!