Mike was anxious to get out in Les's Canadian with a view to testing out recent surgery. We were off to Sweden in three weeks time and had the green light from the insurance people as well as my GP. Although he was fairly non-committal. "Give it a go locally before you commit yourself, if it hurts stop". Five years at medical school to tell me that!
We arranged to meet Les and Margaret at their house so Mike could lift the Canadian and sit-on down from the patio onto the boat trolley and wheel it down the road and hopefully if all went well back again.
The weather was good and we were soon on the water and before long landing on a small pebble beach on the far side of the Tamar. Here we sat for an hour or so. Brewed up, made bacon and egg banjos and generally took it easy.
The return journey was now into a fairly strongish wind and waves. Although the water wasn't breaking over the bow it was choppy enough and we lent to the oars as they say.
Soon we were back at the Saltash public slip and ashore. Not a long paddle but enough to give me confidence in myself and the recent op.
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Margaret, Les and Jackie. |
