Sometimes, just sometimes, everything comes together with no real effort to make something perfect…
The river season so far this year has sucked, most people scrabbling around trying in vain to find some water somewhere – anywhere. Infact it has become so bad that most of my kayking friends [myslef included] have resulting to muttering under there breath and rocking in the corner.
Well i’m here to brag – not a little, a lot! A week of checking the met office and doing my bestest Micheal Fish impressions reveleaded a slim chance of water in South Wales for the weekend [and if that failed some big storm swell / surf to play in!].
Not saying that we were all desperate for some white water action but we all randomly turned up an hour early to the dictated service station meeting point – no time for the usual lazy fried breakfast either – It had rained – not a little either – there was water which only meant one thing, we were on for the triple…
Starting off with the walking into the Mellte in the rain [only in the UK would you be happy to be walking through the middle of knowhere in the pouring rain!], moving onto the Nedd Fechan finishing it off with a sunset play session down the Tawe.
More rain forecast for the Saturday night, so we decided to head over to Swansea to sample the local delights! Sunday morning showed more water than we were expecting , so hangovers throbbing we headed high up the Tawe, getting on where the river was litterally running over the moor and no wider than to fit a creek boat. We spent the rest of the day, slip sliding and boofing our way down the many of the Tawe’s slides and drops.
2 day’s, 14 hours, 3 rivers -Welsh creeking at its best – go and find your own adventure – the Micheal Fish in me is telling me theres more water on the way…
Ben