Saturday saw us tackle a short section of the Findhorn which the book reliably informs me is grade 3 (whatever that means!). Needless to say, I swam twice but rolled once.
Our beloved borrowed van (and Peter’s pyjamas)
As you can see, the water was pretty cold and I was glad of my drysuit, surf hood and helmet. Getting the boats to the put in also involved sliding them down the icy road like sleds which was rather an amusing sight.
When I finally got it into my head that I had to lean down stream, things became easier, but I was a bit disappointed that I only managed one roll in anger. Swimming twice was a bit tiring but I was warm enough in my drysuit and it was really only my hands that were cold.
The parts of the river where I was upright were fun though and I don’t think it put me off river paddling too much……
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