The story starts on Saturday morning with a wardrobe crisis. Scouring a cupboard filled with natty short skirts and the little dresses that are my chosen garb, I discovered that I did not have anything remotely suited to a trip down river with a possible dunking or two. A wetsuit was what I needed. I've been thinking of buying one for a while now after I'd achieved my target weight so I can continue my wild swimming habit in the chillier months. That prospect seems way off as I have the propensity to eat and drink for England. Life's too short to stick to a rigid diet. After all chocolate is God given isn't it? A quick trip to Trago Mills sorted me out. After balking at the cost of ones that were fifty quid upwards, I sourced a quality number for £16.99 that'll do in the interim. As I suspected, the lithe surfer look that I aspire to evades me. I look more like Madame Cholet before she's put her apron on!
Haven Banks Outdoor Centre. They run a range of courses for adults and children from their spangly new place in the heart of Exeter. Not only did Moss take us down the canal to the pub for lunch, a decent enough goal in itself in my book, he gave us a star each from the British Canoe Union. That's after we'd had the compulsory dunking and tried out a couple of different styles of boats. As one of the world's most uncoordinated individuals I've developed my own unique style of paddling but it works. Thanks fellow river rats for a brilliant fun day. We'll be out adrift again soon. You'll be able to find us by listening out for the singing and laughter on a waterway near you!