Gone in the blink of an eye in every sense.
Not a day goes by without a thought to you.
Rain, then sun, then thunder, then rain, then sun. An English spring!
Saturday’s pre-HOTD warm up was a 30 mile cycle to Tavistock and back – not entirely what I had in mind, but a gorgeous day.
Sunday was better suited to windsurfing probably, gusting 35mph, but the event was great nevertheless. Instead of Dartmouth to Totnes, Plan B was invoked, so it was Totnes – Duncannon – Totnes. About 7.5 miles, but a bit less full on because the river was narrower and more sheltered.
I finished in 2:00:45, powered mostly by jelly babies.
The calmest conditions for SUP’ing, flat water, not much wind and a rising tide. Hurrah! But it’s still a river, which means hard work going upstream. The reward was well worth it though; I was basically a giant Pooh stick all the way back to the beach.
Under the weighbridge…
Drifting under the A38
Route up riverI paddled for 50 minutes from the beach at the bottom to the building at top left. It took about 35 minutes to just drift back!