Last night was the start, 'a' start, the culmination of a surreal few days.
One day in August 2008.
Inspiration and the sea at Rhoscolyn. Not having any control on the waves, being scared when the nose of my green plastic boat is suddenly pointing down and we're seemingly at right angles to the Earth and we really are flying - help! Putting the world to rights over pints at the White Eagle afterwards with Jennie and Rachel.
"Sculling" - the story has started and I have found where I want to be.
1 comment:
Come on! pull your finger out and let's hear about your trip around the island...
All the best Paul ( cybi kayaker )
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