Thought we'd take a look-see though didn't expect to find a lot of water to be honest. Paul arrived at Threlkeld for 10 and, with the level on the Greta just on the mark, we shot across to Little Braithwaite and set up a shuttle for Newlands Beck. On arriving at the top though it looked too low to be much fun, so we completely changed our thinking and went for the Greta anyway, putting the smile back on Andrew's face.
The river was cold; much of what was in it having, quite recently, been sitting on the fells in the form of snow. Sadly I guess much of the run-off had happened overnight, so there was a fair bit of rock bashing occuring as we made our way down to Keswick.
I guess it's a case of familiarity, but I've paddled the Leven far more than the Greta and always enjoy the Leven. What is it that stops me enjoying the Greta then? Anyway, we did at least get to paddle, which is a bonus, blagged a lift back to my car and found the van keys laying in the road at the top - a successful trip after all!
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