It was cold (3c) and grey but at least the water wasn't frozen. Well there was the occasional mini iceberg but thankfully nothing 'Titanic'.
After about an hours paddling I hauled up on the sandy bank in the woods next to the military firing range. Apart from the sporadic bursts of machine gun fire and the odd explosion, it's generally very peaceful, the perfect place for a snack.
I was happy to wrap my cold donnies around a warm flask of coffee. When I came to eat my soup, I discovered I'd lost my spoon. It's somewhat difficult to search a kayak while it's wobbling about underneath you. Not in the for or aft hold, not sitting on it, not in the seat pocket, not in my dry bag.... where's it gone?? I had it a moment ago! I even paddled out to see if I'd dropped it in the water... GONE.
I suppose it'll turn up somewhere...
The cold weather meant I had the water to myself, and it was a joy to cruise along the mirrored surface. As the sun dropped so did the temperature, and so I headed homeward.
I'd only done 5 miles and would have been happy to carry on further. The darkness came, and I hadn't fitted the lights to the kayak, so I called it a day and loaded it onto the car. Can't wait for the return of the long days of summer...
2 comments:
LOL the cold must've gotten to ya Mate, found it yet? LOL
What a lovely trip, I imagine it was really hard to turn back - Id have wanted to stay longer too...hang in there!
It must have gotten lost in the machine gun fire...
Time disappears when you're out on a paddle. Last time I was out a couple of weeks ago, I'd paddled so long and heedlessly that it worked loose a kidney stone. Ow.
Lovely waterway, that.
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