that lazy river

Despite torrential rain and a severe weather warning for wales we set of for our anual canoe trip on the river wye. Well, most of us did(wetters). We arrived on the friday & it stopped tipping down long enough for us to erect tents, build shelters, light a fire & commence drinking. In the case of the chemical brothers to an impressive excess. After a poor night (I never realised quite how noisy sheep are) we headed off to the river. With some nervousness. Given the amount of rain we had we feared a torrent. But the river was fat and brown and lazy. The rain stayed away and all was good in the world. Some found it a little boring after last years shallows and rapids. But I am perfectly content to drift idly downstream, supping beer & listening to the birds. Have to say that only a fool could tip their canoo in these conditions. So congratulations to Nick & Becky for taking an unexpected swim. We returned to camp in good time & I indulged in a siesta before ajourning to the Yew Tree for a mighty fine feed & a medicinal ale or four.

I awoke the next day feeling mighty fine. Unlike the boy Fuller, who appeared to have passed away in the night & was now one of the living dead. He was briefly the ugliest person on the planet. Then Janet developed an alergy & turned into elephant girl. How we laughed. Another gently day on the river, this time with sunshine. And finally home. Tired but happy little boys and girls.