3rd / 4th March - Welshness with the Birmingham Canoe Club

Sleeping sickness hits the Tryweryn.... well, it did in my case! Heading on to Corwen from a meeting in Widnes, we arrived at the Goat Inn around 4 o'clock; settled into the room and I went straight to bed! Well, one of those weeks, not helped by my right thigh doing little but complain about the bruising it had suffered over a week ago....

Friday evening was all good with the usual suspects - John & Bec, Dave & Sarah arriving for dinner, followed by Paul & Becca in time for a beer or three (except John who had his rations the previous evening apparently!). A quiet night, early breakfast, river smarties (Co-codamol!) and off to meet the rest at the mighty T....
Bright sunshine and 9 cumecs promised good times were to be had; my day came to an early close when I ran back to bed early afternoon for more sleep, but it seemed like everyone else was buzzing. Andrew certainly was when he arrived back at the Goat and started melting his hair wax ready for the evenings merriment... Much rain and a lunar eclipse failed to interfere with the drinking and bull****ing that went on into the wee small hours; peeps finally retiring sometime around silly o'clock.

Sunday dawned dull and windy, but at least I'd caught up on my kip! Folk were jumping on the river at all kinds of places, some above the chipper, some at the raft put-in while yet others went onto the lower. Eventually those on the upper river caught each other up and a great morning was had with coaches working overtime and all having a top time. I paddled mostly with Sarah in her relatively new Burn; she worked hard and had worked out a lot of the ways of the new boat by the time Andrew and I had to say our goodbyes and head back to the Lakes. A long and sleepy eyed drive saw us home just after 7, none the worse but with another top weekend under our belts.

Andrew hitting the skiramp halfway eddy hard

Shredding the NRA

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