Decision made...

...I'm going boating in Uganda.

Crikey.

The love that dare not speak its name...

...say no more say no more.

[witty title #2]

Tense times; decided to man up and finally go boating with Bethan; despite it absolutely bouncing down across the Midlands for the past few days, there was no water anywhere in Wales.

Rather entertainingly, this meant that there weren't many people at the Tryweryn, as preseumably most were driving around rather pointlessly looking at empty rivers. There was a reasonable 12 cumecs in the river, plenty of sunshine and good times.

Pimms O'Clock

Very very rarely I do something other than go paddling.
It was the 80th Anniversary of my Uncle's business, so we got suited up, rode in the world's fastest taxi, and then drank Pimms in newly promoted Derby County's Stadium.


Hopefully I'll be boating this weekend...

Surfing...

...is great. Thanks to Chris and Kate for deciding to get married so we could have a reason to go to Woolacombe.



Also, thanks to Bethan for standing in the sea and taking photos.

Hurley; the worst kept secret in the UK

So, hands up who hasn't heard of Hurley?

Everyone knows about it. I've lived about an hour from it for over a year now and until recently had never been.
I was sceptical to say the least, but decided to give it a go after an invite from some guys in my club. I am a convert. It was great. Nice wave, deep pool behind it. Friendly locals. Sunshine. No eddy queue. It's like this all the time right...?

(From top to bottom: Chris, Me, Mark. Photos taken by Chris, Kate and Me)
More here.

Its April, fools

Sunday rolled around again, and instead of the usual eating toast and drinking tea routine, I went paddling with tea-fuelled coaching impresario Chris Eastabrook and Katie (a medic-to-be from Warwick Uni).

The sun was shining, and we had a cracking day out.



We also seriously pushed the boundaries of the emerging 'slopestyle' scene; below is just one example. Keep an eye out for copy-cat 'slopestylers' on a river near you.