Having recovered from Friday nights shenanigins (Sue's Xmas bash - great fun, but I was not a pretty boy on Saturday morning. Or afternoon!) my birthday dawned bright and sunny. But cold. Really cold. As in bloomin' freezing! Overnight temperatures had apparently dropped to 9 below and, as we sat munching croissants and drinking coffee, I hoped that Andrew wasn't getting too cold riding his motorbike from Whitehaven to Ulverston!
Thankfully the block of ice on the seat fell out easily enough!
He was! However, after thawing him out we headed off to Newby Bridge where we had a second breakfast before getting onto a very low Leven - Paul in his new i4 - and paddling into the mist that was rising from the river. Despite the level being at the low end of low, the Leven always delivers and there was play potential all the way down, a decent boof below the Brickchute and the drop under the bridge was taken on a completely different line to the usual one!
Sue had a good afternoon too; after acting as our shuttle-bunny (not really, she just stole the car to get to Haverthwaite) she and the dawgs had a wander through the woods and was waiting for us as we got off. A good day, with a late lunch at The Swan and me and Andrew in convoy back to west Cumbria wrapped up a good weekend.
Now that's a boof!
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