Dinner at the Steam Packet Inn

The 12 km voyage up river started well, in intermittent sunshine. Here the squadron is approaching the Anchor Stone.


After dinner two of us paddled back. At first our path was illuminated by a generously long firework display from somewhere about Sharpham, then the moonless night of drizzle and fog closed in. Tim said: keep to the right side here, because last time we wandered into a blind channel through the mudflats. So we did that, and wandered into a blind channel through the mudflats on the other side and startled several thousand assorted waders whose honks and squeals resonated impressively in the steep valley as they panicked. Maybe satnav is the answer to dark paddling, though last time I used it we paddled over land, it said.
tim P