Who Pulled the Plug?   

It is clear to me that we lurch from seriously scary flooded rivers one week to nothing but a trickle.  Our planned white water weekend in North Wales was looking distinctly dry!  Ralph was in charge and he always brings with him a huge smile and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi' so rather than cancel we decided to go and enjoy!

The group gathered at the Goat Inn on Friday evening. What a fantastic venue for a paddling trip...good accommodation and food together with a great bar!  Some of us perhaps drank a little too much over the weekend, but that is another story. 

The alarm went off a 6am. Not a pleasant thought on a dismal Sunday morning. A peek outside the curtains. Still dark. Drip, drip... on the window. Good job I put the boats on the roof yesterday. "9am, the car park in Dulverton, dressed and ready to paddle..." that's what John Jardine had said - oh yes, and "...you can come in the back of my boat." So, an hour to get up and two to get there - bother... that is indeed 6am. Needless to say, Thomas and George were very fast out of the sack. Amanda made sure we got off with a good hearty breakfast and against the odds we were off at seven. Tom and George dozed... but not an option for me.