With Bec, Pete and Andrew we were off yet again to Newby Bridge for bacon butties, mugs of tea and our final jolly on the "old faithful" Leven for this year.
As big as we've seen it without the floodgates open, the river was running fast, with all the rapids washed out as far as Backbarrow which, with discretion being the better part, etc., was walked. with us all getting back on below the big weir. Bec had a moment (aka "a swim") after a sweet boof off the little weir; no worries, body and kit gathered up and normal service quickly resumed, although she remained shaken and the graveyard at this level had them both looking paler at the bottom than the top!
Bec and Andrew on the Graveyard
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