Corsica and French Alps video

So it has been about two months since getting back from France, and I have finally got round to finishing the video of the summer's boating. The new venture Trend The Consequences has taken up quite a lot of time recently, however I was working some nights on getting the video together.

I hope you enjoy, and stay tuned into STC, as autumn is coming and hopefully a lot of boating.

Till then...

French Alps 2013- The final in the Saga

Unfortunately everything in this world has to end, and in keeping with this reality, this post is the final in the Alpine Saga.

Wednesday was Stu’s birthday, and we had already decided to head over to the Ubaye Valley to see if the rumours of high water were true. An early morning saw us on the road before half eight, not a sight for anyone to see but a necessity none the less. The drive to the Ubaye took double the normal time due to the simple fact that the three of us are not brilliant navigators or route masters, a few laps of Gap proved this. However, if it wasn't for slightly altered routes and not knowing where you were, Christopher Columbus wouldn't have found America. But then again I can’t see that as a downside!

We ran the Upper Ubaye, which was a nice bimble, but at the top we met a German chap called Stefan who asked to come with us. He was an Open Boater who talked very little English. So much so that most of our conversations on the river consisted of smiling and saying ‘Very Nice’ in the most Borat like voice imaginable. Stefan's boat control was a sight to behold; Stu, Jonny and I were bewildered by some of the moves he pulled off. We then paddled the Bachelard. Asking Stefan to join us was difficult, but it meant that we had a driver to help us with the shuttle, therefore we didn’t need to bike it; my inability to speak German was trumped by my shear determination to not have to get on the bike again. The Bachelard was sweet as a nut. It provided good boating and more content for Stefan and myself to say ‘Very Nice’.

Wednesday evening was another fire to see out Stu's 21^st, and once again Jonny King got lucky. Apparently fire is his aphrodisiac! Hopefully the wood we collected was the only thing burning that evening though, at least for Jonny's sake.

Thursday was spent at the slalom course in Argentiere with some members of Cardiff Uni. A few runs gave us a pleasant day to chill out. That evening was the club meal out, and I had one of the best steaks I have ever tasted in my life. It was huge, peppery and cooked to perfection. If I could remember the name of the restaurant I would post it for people to go to if they are ever in Guillestre.

The best steak of my life

Stu and I pretty f**king happy with our choice

Friday is home day, and the morning was spent on the lowest Briancon Gorge I have been on. A bumpy ride down and the afternoon was spent packing ready for the drive home.

Saturday morning was military in our ability to get up, have a freezing cold shower and get on the road. The drive was easy, with Stu and I knocking France out in 12 hours and getting on an earlier ferry than what we had booked. Cardiff Uni were moments behind us and missed it. Too bad for them I guess. Getting back to Cardiff at 0130 we had a short nights sleep before a morning of unpacking, a pub lunch and a early night before work.

I had a thoroughly enjoyable time in France this year. Doing some high runs, some banter with the Uni club and a steak to die for made for a great two weeks. I hope people enjoyed the blog posts, there is going to be an STC video out of the Corsica and French Alps in one, so keep eyes peeled for that.

French Alps 2013 - Numero Twa

Sunday was a day that Jonny, Stu and I paddled as a three, as we wanted to check out the Guil. We had heard that it was running high, and the drive up confirmed this. A morning paddle on the Upper gave a good warm up, and Stu did the cycle from the bottom to get back to the car at the top. By the time he got back to us, you could tell it had taken a bit out of him. So we stopped for lunch before attempting to find a section of river that none of us had paddled before; the ‘Bouchet’.

The get on was easy to find, and I said that I would take the car and bike to the get off and cycle back up to the top so the shuttle was done before we got on. Now, I have been attending spin classes over the last few months, and one of the many things I have learnt is that if you point your toes down and shift your hips forward you can engage your quads. However Sunday’s cycle up a shallow gradient taught me two things:

1.  My quads don’t like being engaged at all. In fact they want to remain bachelors forever and never have to go through the painful ordeal of being utilised again.
2. In spin class, it is a lot easier to make the most of the recovery time, as you can cheat and not pedal much. However this is not so easy on a cycle up a ‘hill’ (I used this term lightly), as when you stop peddling, you either fall over or start going backwards!

The Bouchet was a quality little section of river, not really covered by the guide book. The start was a nice steep section of small drops, flowing into a continuous grade 3 river ending with a fast section of white water. Worth a run if the levels in the Alps are high enough.

On Monday we went to look at the Durance Gorge. I told the lads that last year, when I did the Durance Gorge in high, it was a 12 on the gauge; therefore we agreed that anything below a 10 would be a goer. However upon rocking up it was lapping between a 10 and 11. We thought that we were good enough to take it on regardless. Once changed I had a cheeky peak at my guide book to find that I had written that the previous year we had taken it on at a 9 on the gauge and this was tasty (A little later we checked previous blog posts about the trip and I had stated we walked away from a 12, and ran it on an intimidating 9). Apparently my memory for things like this is as useful as ‘Fire Exit’ signs at a dyslexia convention.

I can safely say that the Gorge was high, and was still daunting. I took the lead for the whole thing, which was brilliant. The run was cracking, the holes were big, the water was fast, but we took everything on in style. Not a place I would want to be in again anytime soon, but enjoyed it none the less.

The evening comprised of a big ass bonfire and people getting fairly leathered. Jonny king had an awesome night away from the comfort of Stu and I, being that he didn’t return to the tent that evening. However this is not the forum for such sordid affairs!

Long Exposure

Jonny's cheeky face in the morning

Tuesday was a hangover day. We spent the morning recovering from headaches and sore tummy’s. Driving up the Gyr, Stu looked as though he was going to die. On arrival we saw that the Gyr was apparently the only river that was running low in the area. This made me very grumpy for the rest of the day, and a run on the Lower Guisane in the evening did not help matters. The water was now running at a level that was washing everything out; too high for things to be technical and interesting, but not as high as they were the first time we ran it to make it a hole filled killing machine. However the group down after us had a swimmer, and this added a little bit of excitement to the day. At the get off we just saw a boat drift past. A quick scramble and we sent a vehicle off to chase it. About a 45 minute wait and the boat’s owner walked into sight. Apparently he got spanked harder that a gimp at an S&M party. Luckily the lads down river were able to get the boat, but we found that an Ambulance and a rescue team had been sent in search for the body. When they found us they were extremely nice, and we were amazed at the speed at which they were on the ball, seeing as they had already been searching for a while.

The evening was spent just recovering from last night’s affairs, and the disappointing day. Keep ypur eyes peeled for the last post of the French Alps 2013 tour, hopefully coming to you sooner than this took to publish.

French Alps 2013 (No.2)

Oh sh*t, it’s another STC post about France, and we’re bringing you some banging info this time. Since the last post, Cardiff Uni had their initiation, and it was great fun. Initiation was on Thursday, and the day started with a 3am thunderstorm. This fed the rivers more than Honey Boo Boo’s redneck mother feds her unfortunate daughter.

Honey Boo Boo and her Mom :-(

So when we arrived at the Lower Claree, we saw it was bank full and a complete no go, later finding out that the authorities had closed the Durance and no paddling was to take place. So in this situation there is only one thing to cheer up a group of paddlers: McDonalds. It was here a decision was made to chill out for the rest of the day and head back to the campsite ready for initiation. One of the group (Blake May – LAD) was particularly awesome, as he dressed up in cycling gear, a homemade helmet and cycled through Exeter Uni’s camp singing God Save Our Queen (saying it was his own choice may be stretching the truth a little though):

Blake impersonating the puppet from Saw

The evening started with the world’s greatest Biryani, which was prepared by yours truly, Stu and Jonny. Then the fun started with a dance off by the fresher’s showing that they really have a random imagination. They were given a song to prepare a dance to, and being a typical gym song for a group of chubbos to synchronise their fat jiggles to, I was imagining some sort of gym based workout routine. This didn’t occur; there were zombies, paddles and bullets from elbows. It was as though they had passed ideas through a crack addict, who threw up on the 28 days later script and then they took what they could read and added a small amount of Little Mix in. The night ended with Jonny being invited back to an Exeter paddler’s tent for fun time. The fact that this chap also though Jonny was giving some signs off made everyone’s evening, but Jonny declined this poor guy’s advances. Apparently Jonny is slightly classier than a one night stand, and good on him.

Friday started with a fair few hungover looking people. Stu, Jonny and I decided a rest morning was in order. Luckily the day was deliciously sunny.

The Campsite (Rab wave)

The day was spent playing volleyball. Next year’s president (Huw) and I were a force to be reckoned with. Being the current volleyball champs at the time, we went into a game against Stu and Jonny. They had just won their last game and were feeling confident. However they were now up against Cardiff Uni’s Volleyball gods, and they felt our wrath. With the first game scoring 11-4, Huw and I thought we would give them a better chance in the second game. Unfortunately we are just too good to be giving points away and once again won with a score around the 11-5 mark.

Saturday started with the Gyronde, which we paddled with members of the Uni club. This was a nice little run, and was slightly higher than the last time we ran it. The afternoon was spent with two runs of the Briançon Gorge, which was quality. Nice high level for a tasty and interesting afternoon paddle. The slide at the start was a good laugh, with some nice photos taken:

Me hitting the Briancon Gorge Slide

Volleyball pro partner (Huw) hitting up the slide

Be sure to keep your eyes open for another post, this time with some more boating as levels seem to be dropping a little.

Till then...

French Alps

Welcome again to another Stuff The Consequences blog post. It has been a while, but this is the first of a few posts about Stu, Jonny and my (Rob H.) kayaking trip to Briançon area of the French Alps.

The drive down to the south of France was uneventful; Jonny drove through the UK to Dover, whilst Stu and I took all of the driving in France. Although it seemed to take forever, we got to the campsite to where Cardiff Uni set up at half one in the morning. Driving to the campsite, we caught glimpses of the rivers, and at midnight they were all stonking.

The first Day’s boating (Monday) consisted of the Briançon Gorge and the Upper Durance with the club. The Gorge was pumping. There was more water than I have ever seen, I’m pretty sure that if Noah had been around he would be screaming about the need for an Ark. The Upper Durance was also fast as I have seen, and the Uni did well with the run. The evening was spent with a lot of testosterone, as the fresher lads were wrestling to show who was the greatest. The unfortunate reality was that none of them were, because I’m the f**king greatest! A few beers and a good meal down, we headed to bed ready for the following day.

Tuesday was spent on the Upper Guisane and the Gyronde. The Guisane was rapid, and with a few swims down everyone made it to the bottom in one piece. Then a few of us headed to the Gyronde to check it out and see if the club would be OK on it. The answer was a clear and resounding NO. The run was too fast, and there is a weir about ¾ down that would have been a fresher eater, without anywhere to stop above. So the next day’s boating was to be decided by higher ups. Luckily not being a Uni student any more means that I do not need to deal with the politics of running the club, and just come in as an awesome boater; my speciality. There is one thing I have omitted thus far about today’s events, and that is about the ‘nature poo’ that Jonny had. On his return from this toilet break, he told Stu where he had gone so that Stu could find the place which had best cover. However Stu returned to say that when he bordered the fence that Jonny had climbed, a Gent was there tending to his garden. Yes, that is right. Jonny defecated in some poor man’s garden. He later went on to say he thought it weird that there were gnomes and porcelain toadstools in a wild rosebush!!!! I hate to think of other things Jonny has done in his lifetime that he never realised.

Wednesday was our day to go out and hit up the harder stuff together, along with Duncan and Simon. Heading to Briancon Gorge for a warm up, we found this:

Briancon Gorge Slide

Apparently the gate being open isn’t that unusual at this level, but not something I have seen before. Not knowing what would be coming up inside the gorge, I would be more willing to play a game of pick the prostitute without Aids to ride bareback. Luckily the decision was to go do the Lower Guisane, and this was quality. The holes/stoppers were nice and big, with Stu taking a unexpected surf, and I took a back loop in another. At the bottom there were smiling faces on everyone. Tomorrow is Initiation for the Cardiff Uni Freshers, and hopefully there will be some stories to tell.

Appologies if this first post seems ruched, but I wanted something early to set the scene for everyone. There will be another shortly to give you an update.

Till then…

A year from Pro-Crastinate

Happy New Year to all the Stuff The Consequences readers, visitors and friends. We hope you had a brilliant Christmas and New Year.

2012 has seen a wicked year from Stuff The Consequences and also the boys from Pro-Crastinate. Fran Smith, Pro-Crastinate's founder, has created a review of the year, showing some of the highlights from 2012. This is a cool little edit, and shows some sweet boating from STC's closest friends. Let's hope that 2013 brings some cracking water, with an Easter and a Summer trip between Pro-Crastinate and Stuff The Consequences in the planning stages.

For more videos from the Pro-Crastinate crew you can check out their Vimeo page by clicking on the image on the right;

Otherwise you can go onto their website and check out everything they get up to.

2012 A Year In Plastic from Procrastinate Productions on Vimeo.

Taf Fechan - the night before & the journey home

Friday 14th saw the end of term for Cardiff Uni, and the usual ' Drink The Bar Dry' which I attended with some of the Cardiff Uni Kayakers. A few pre-drinks at Jonny King's saw some laughs, then a sweet night spent in the Student Union. My memory does not serve me overly well, so tales of the evening will have to go un-regaled.

Rowan rocking it RSB style

This night on the 'razz' saw in Saturday feeling absolutely shattered. Unfortunately I am not built for late nights; apparently my body likes it's 8 hours sleep to start on the night prior to my wake up, as opposed to the early hours of the day that I am meant to be getting out of bed. Therefore at 08:00, when my body feels though it should normally be getting out of bed, my head was spinning.

Everyone in a merged orgy

Luckily my brain kicked in, knowing that I had nothing planned for the day, I headed back to the land of nod. 11:30 came, and from the warmth of the bed, I saw there was water in South Wales. Getting hold of Procrastinate's Max Emery and Stu Sheath, both of whom were also hung over, the Taf Fechan was the river of choice.


Stu's girlfriend had his straps and roofracks, so all 4 boats went on Joanna (my Saxo). This made her heavy and sluggish, increasing my view that overweight women are just no help! The slightest incline saw her power drop, and our speed decrease! This was thoroughly annoying, yet we got to the river, and there was water in it!

Stu getting ready at the Taf Fechan get on

Stu and I went to run the shuttle with Max map reading. This meant that we were leaving Jonny at the top with the boats. Now you may think that this is a bad idea, and reading the NSPCC website, namely "what the law says", it does show that children shouldn't be left alone (I assume this also means adults who have the intellectual capacity of a child as well!). Luckily Jonny met someone to whom he was intellectually superior:

Jonny's latest friend

Apparently her name was Abigail, and Jonny and her shared an apple together.
Actually, now I am thinking about it, if it was the same Jonny we saw at Drink The Bar Dry on Friday, he was probably flirting with her!
Hhmmm... Now I'm glad that no-one else turned up.





With the Shuttle over, we were getting onto the river at around 15:00, so I was hoping for a relatively fast run, as we estimated about an hour and a half of useful light left. This increased my nerves a bit, but when on the river it didn't seem to matter any more. The run was a beaut. and although there were trees in some of the sections, which was a real shame, the run was great fun.

A cheeky Go-Pro screen shot from the river

It was a real treat to be boating again, even if motivation was low during the drive up. The best part of it was that this was a first run for us all, which made it tremendously fun. We finished the river at around 16:20, so perfect timing really, as it was just getting dark. And by the time we picked up Stu's car it was dark.

Screen Shot of the get off - Showing just how dark it was

Now, I have always been sceptical about the roof-racks on Joanna, and today confirmed my suspicions. Jonny and I were in the Saxo, and on the A470 when it happened. The rear bar of my racks came off. All I heard was a noise from above, and then in the rear view mirror I see Stu's boat flying! I pull over immediately and Jonny and I get the boats off the road, running onto the A470 like mad-men. Luckily the cars behind stopped in time and didn't get hit by the boats. Max came running up to help, and him and Stu were close behind, and we cleared the road.

A Copper pulled up about a minute after, with the small amount of traffic behind us now cleared and made sure everything was OK, seeming very casual about the while thing.
Copper, "Everything alright boys?"
Me, "Yer, the roof-rack has broken."
Copper,"Oh, OK. Wanna make sure everything is off of the road now I'm here?"
Me, "Yer alright, sounds like a plan"

As he reversed up the road, I had a quick sweep over, but the lads had done a good job getting the debris off of the carriageway.

The Officer then asked us to pull our cars off the road a bit more, and then to all our surprise he just drive off, clearly he thought we had it under our control. Both Stu and I put on our high visibility jackets to look the part (a very important part of roadside safety), and Max got on the case of getting someone to help get the boats back, as my roof-rack didn't fair well in it's tumbling to earth.

This is the part of the story where the Hero's of the day are named. Max managed to get Helena Goode and Zoe Pelech to come and pick up the boats. A conversation that started, "Hi Helena, can you do me a MASSIVE favour..."

So Helena and Zoe drove to find us on the A470, and took the four boats back to Cardiff. Dunno what we would have done without them, and a massive thanks has to go out to them both, coming to find us and give us a hand on a Saturday night.

Assessing the damage to the boats showed that they were in good nick still, and the roof of Joanna also seems fine. The only thing that broke was feet of the roof-rack, and all in all a good outcome from what could have been a catastrophic f**k-up.

Hope that was an interesting read, and a Merry Christmas to Everyone.

Till next year...

North Wales: a weekend of drink, high cards and things that are bad

Once again it is Blogging time. This weekend saw Cardiff Uni Kayakers annual trip to North Wales, and by Jove was it a good'un. There are other blogs on this weekend, from CUK's treasurer Rowan Phillips as well as Procrastinate's Fran Smith. Each has its own tale of the weekend, and now it is time for Stuff The Consequences' Rob Haley to spin some beautiful words about the event, at least what can be remembered.

Friday saw the start of it all. Lucie P, well know by her nickname "The Puddler", had previously offered to give Myself, Stu "Baby Swan" Sheath and Jonny "Faff Central" King a lift in her car. The idea was to meet at Team House (which is where Stu lives) and then pack boats and kit into/onto the car. However Jonny had once again managed to get this wrong, and both Stu and I were back from work and ready before he had any chance for his brain to engage to the situation. Unfortunately simple acts that you and I take for granted (such as moving and breathing) engage too much of Jonny's brain rendering him useless for any situation that requires thought processing.

The Loaded Car

Anyway, we eventually got onto the A470, although there was a little bit of traffic now as Jonny's time had made us late.

To justify some of the actions that may or may not be explained in this blog post, I have to ensure that those reading this know I had not had an alcoholic beverage for at least two months prior to this trip, and Jonny, Stu and I were planning on drinking on our way up. Stu had prepared for this by purchasing a litre bottle of Southern Comfort. I need to state that Jonny also contributed, but as it was Tesco Value lemonade, you can clearly see that it wasn't much of a contribution. We eventually hit Brecon, and this was the time of the journey we agreed drinking was acceptable, so we started.

Somehow the Southern Comfort and Lemonade went down very quickly, and a stop was needed, both for voiding bladders and more alcohol to be obtained. I am not one for mixing my drinks, as that sort of thing leads to a case of the crazies, such as Britney Spears, so I went and bought another 75cl of Southern Comfort from a Spar. This also seemed to go down quickly, and led to some adverse affects. Now I do remember that we for some reason got topless, but apparently there was more. However, if you can't remember it didn't happen; that's what I say. What I do remember is that we were singing better than any X-Factor contestant could dream, and that our flexing muscles were distracting Lucie beyond belief, as you may be able to see below.

Pure Manliness

I don't remember taking this photo, but I can only assume it was very distracting for the driver, and I apologise for it. So clearly I can't really tell you much more about the journey, as I just don't remember. However I do remember getting to the Bunkhouse and seeing Fran Smith's and Simon Hutt's cars parked up. So we ran in, still topless, as getting dressed to go inside does seem senseless. Like, the more I think of it, the more sensible it seems. The only reason to get dressed is to go outside. Therefore if you happen to be slightly undressed, then re-dressing to go inside would be crazy.

On entering the Bunkhouse, something told me to flex, which I can only imagine was embarrassing to watch. The club turned up very soon after us, and people started drinking. At least I imagine they did, because the nights events sounded as though they went fairly wild. Bits of Friday evening have come back to me, and waking up on the Saturday (feeling worse for wear, but I will come to this) I thought that I hadn't made too much of a fool of myself. These are the bits I remember:

• There was a game of "I have never", but I don't remember starting it, and all I can recall was telling people about an episode of Fran Smith's life. It won't be re-told here, as things have to stay in a bunkhouse, but if you know him, you can image some of the things that may have been said.

And that's it, that's all I remember. I thought I had stopped drinking, but apparently the Gin and Juice that I had purchased for the Saturday evening was consumed Friday also. Gin and Juice you ask, well apparently Usain Bolt is the best person to talk to about these things, or Snoop Dogg. And the best thing about Gin and Juice is that it is 50% juice, so it cannot be bad for you! The other blogs mentioned at the start add to this, but nothing has really been revealed. One can assume 1 of 2 things, either the events that transpired were not worth blogging about, or that they were too wild to publish on the internet. I would hope the former, but suspect the latter.

So Saturday morning arrived, and I was feeling bad. I had no energy to get out of bed, and the taste in my mouth was something else. It was as though I had allowed a piece of bread to go moldy overnight, whilst it sat on my tounge! I got downstairs to a few bright eyed faces, and this didn't help. Isn't it crappy seeing other people feeling great when you're not. Some details of the previous evening were regaled to me, one of which was that a game that was invented by myself and James Grant, of I'm Not Injured fame, was played. This game is know as "High Card Something Bad", and was essentially designed to get people doing silly things. On hearing this, I was annoyed that I missed out, as I had gone to bed early. But apparently this wasn't the case, it just happened that it did not form part of my memories. Unfortunately, as in "I have never", the events in "High Card Something Bad" cannot be broadcast, but from what I was told there were some dirty things going down.

So the boating! We went to look at the Conwy, and it was low. Or high, i'm not sure, I was told different things. But we didn't get on, and went to run the Llugwy. I was not feeling good on the drive to the Conwy, but as it was short it was OK. The Llugwy drive nearly took its toll, but I managed to keep my food (or whatever was actually in my stomach) down. I was impressed as I hadn't thrown up till this point. Well at least I didn't think I had, but again I will come to that.

I was grouped with Will Bevan again. The caped crusaders were once again to take a group of scared freshers down some gnarly runs.

Will Bevan

Will pointed out that I always take photo's of him changing. Looking back through them, he is correct. Seems weird that he remembers things like that! Alongside this photo, I was doing some modelling shots of Stu and Rowan with my sexy DSLR:

 Naomi Campbell - eat your heart out

Fran's creepy eyes

I like this photo above, it seems really off putting. 

So Will and I got our group. Luckily it looked as though the group was fairly strong. This was a severe benefit, as I was not up for saving anybody.

The Group 

Blake running a drop

The river was good, and the lads seriously improved. So we went to go look at an intermediate river. This journey was a lot longer in the car. I was feeling poorly to say the least, and to mitigate against any problems I reached for a Cardiff recycling bag, so that if my stomach did decide to emit its contents, I would have something to catch the fallout with. However, when I saw the bag in front of me, my brain clearly thought this was acceptance of the inevitable egestion through my mouth. I was trying badly to ask Lucie to pull over, by every fiber in my body knew that if I tried to talk I would vomit. I took my time, and eventually managed to get the words out, "Can we pull over?". Stu looked at me and could tell this wasn't good. Then the bag came in useful. For some reason I brought it to my face, and coughed. Puke was all over my mouth and chin. RANK. I didn't want or expect this. However I pulled the bag away and managed to keep everything from the car. Lucie pulled over, and I got out. Stu, smiling a big grin, got out my camera and proceeded to record me in my time of peril:

Not my greatest moment

Anyways, the river we went to look at was too low, and this meant the drive, and therefore the vomiting, was unnecessary.

So we went back to the Conwy, and on this drive I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, which definitely helped. I had sort of forgotten how good the Conwy was, and had a cracking time, both Ben and Blake in mine and Will's group rocked it. There was one moment where Blake swam and had the boat pinned in the middle of the river, so I had to stand in the water for a while. But I do enjoy that sort of thing, even though it was cold as! Everybody seemed to have a good laugh, and was probably the hardest thing some of them had done, so that's cool.

Then it was to the pub for a quick sit in the warmth before heading back to the bunkhouse for a snooze. Duncan had not stayed with us the previous evening, and drove up Saturday morning. So him and Fran joined me in the area I slept. As Duncan was getting ready for his little nap, he pointed to something on the floor.

"What's that?

"Paint?"

I had a cheeky peek, and my heart sank a little. "So that's why my mouth tasted of sick this morning!"

This explains a bit. Apparently I was ill the night before, and somehow was clever enough to move position, and therefore did not realise till Duncan saw it. So my nap was postponed whilst I cleared up my own mess. Yer, that's right. I had to wipe up my stinking vomit, which had had the fortune of fermenting on the floor for the whole day and had become dry and paste-like. I'm sure if my mother reads this she will be thinking that I very much deserve it. Luckily I am faster than Kim Woodburn and Aggie MacKenzie when it comes to clearing shit up, so it wasn't long till I was in a nice little dreamworld.

When dinner was ready, we reluctantly walked to the kitchen. The reluctancy was due to the cold, not the thought of club food, and seeing as the food was proper nice, it was worth it. I had a beer, but this wasn't sitting very well, so couldn't cope much more. Probably for the best that the Gin and Juice was long gone. This evening seemed tamer than the previous, although there was a relatively savage game of spoons. I went to bed before people started getting rowdy, and apparently there was another game of High Card Something Bad.

Sunday saw the River Dee, which is fairly standard, and probably the reason why it was so packed with kayakers. Our car, as well as the other Safeties stopped for a morning bacon bap at a place called The Tollgate, which was run by an elderly couple, and was wicked. I had a killer Bacon and Sausage Bap that really hit the spot. This was a cracking idea, and reminded me that stopping before a river for breakfast is a seriously good plan.

The Tollgate

The temperature was as cold as the hairs on a polar bear's bum. My BA was frozen, and thermals were cold as ice. This was not helping moral, and people were not looking happy. Which, to be fair, made me slightly happier. Odd feet warming rituals were going on:

Not just making his shoes hot, but the ladies were following suit

 However it looks like it worked

So we did some sliding down the hill, and due to the frost on the ground, there was some serious speed to be had.

Will on the sliding decent

As far as the river goes, the boating was good and people seemed to be hitting lines and having a good day once warmed up. Jonny King however was being as much of a muppet as expected, and managed to be leading his group down Town Falls, lost his paddle whilst upside down and had to handroll up. This left him at the bottom and his group at the top. For this he did a bootie:

Just a Chump

There's not much more to say really, it was a good weekend, and re-instilled why I have given up alcohol. Maybe I should be more embarrassed than I feel, but it seems that I was just as hilarious as I expect myself to be.

Till next time y'all, which should hopefully be about a River Dart trip that I am going on with the Procrastinate Boaters.