At 9am. on Sunday morning 8th October 2017, eleven brave warriors set out from the clubhouse and paddled up to the docks. There, we had the unique and welcome experience of entering the locks and being lowered down to the Severn. Hanging a left, we paddled down to a weir (is it Llanthony weir?). Unfortunately, the river level was high and there was nothing to play on. Boredom set in and I decided to apply some war paint. We then paddled down to the bottom tip of Alney island where we rendezvoused with Victoria, our official trip photographer.
We then had to wait twenty minutes or so for the bore which, apparently, doesn’t know about the timetable and can be unpredictable with it’s timekeeping. Nine souls elected to face the bore, cut through the waves, turn and ride the surge upstream. Andy and myself would try to surf the wave.