|Me at the weir|
|Hubby dear showing Paul how it's done!|
It was getting fairly dark by now, so we started back to the car. I decided to have a practise roll. As soon as I went over, I knew disaster had struck. My drysuit zip had split and I was now filling up with freezing cold water. It's amazing how quickly cold water can run right down below! Every time I took a paddle stroke, my right arm would slosh about causing another stream of cold water to pour down into my increasingly damp breeks! Thankfully we were close to the car.
|We were a bit late off the water|
|Me, without the dry suit|
|Following Kevin out|
|Oops! Kevin's gone!|
|Kevin's such a good paddler, doesn't even need a boat!|
|Buddo Ness lunch spot|
|Hubby dear and Kevin|
|Sporting a new style of back hatch cover - mini me|
|Cutting through the channel|
|Turning into the Tay|
I had been running on empty for the last stretch and managed to massacre umpteen jellybabies on our way home. After a mad dash, quick shower, we were out with friends for an Italian meal. I was so hungry, I could have eaten a scabby horse, but after perusing the menu, that particular delicacy wasn't featured, so settled for yummy mussels instead.
|Raring to go again at Tayport|
|Clang, clonk, ping.|
|Perfect conditions and a flow|
|Think the rain is on it's way|
|Kev's des. res.|
Although we didn't paddle that much less than the previous day, with the tides, we did it in a fraction of the time (and effort).