Paul, Jodie, Lancs Lad, aka Anthony, Innes and yours truly arranged the shuttle outside the Newby Bridge cafe; deciding to leave my car there, I duly dumped the i4 on it putting a readily identifiable dent and scape down the rear passenger door just so I wouldn't confuse it with any other Octavia left there while we were away. Innes wasn't paddling following a recent incident involving bollards and, ermmm, bollocks, so he was happy to run the shuttle for us. As he and I arrived back from Haverthwaite, Ned landed and joined forces so it was five on the Leven after all. Even if there were six of us.
Jodie drops out below Backbarrow Weir
Ned takes one full face surfing below the graveyard
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