More people, more paddling, more often.
I stood, blowing life into my hands, untying the boat off the roof had drawn what little heat they had retained from the journey here. What was wrong with me to be up so bloody early on such a cold day? The summer would probably have been the time for this trip, but summer had…
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24 kilometres never really sounds like it’s that big a day when you’re sat with a brew in your hand looking at the map in a nice warm room, but the reality often is very different. We set off at lunch time the day before our departure, with the plan to camp next to the…
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