Just like the Wenning.

I got the afternoon off work.
We drove to Lancaster.
Turns out I'm not completely better after going paddling at Nottingham.
I could only manage one pint of the really good beers in the pub.
We met Loz and Matt with a plan to go paddling, which I was secretly hoping would fall through so I could retire to a cafe, drink tea and rue the day I decided it'd be a good idea to go to Nottingham.
It didn't.
We went to the Hindburn.
It was high at the bottom and low at the top.
It looked a lot like the Wenning.
A lot.
I learned that paddling a big boat just means you have a heavier boat to carry past the bits you walk round.


Oh yeah, it snowed on the way home.