Wimps

It was hardly in the spirit of Shackleton.

Saturday night we loaded the boats onto the car and packed the kit for a few hours kayaking. Sunday morning was dry but a forecast F6-7 was particularly chilly.

We made it as far as Loch Sunart before looking at each other, shivering, and heading back to the cottage.

Wimps.

1 Comments Here:

Michael said...

Wimps tend to live to paddle again... I like being a wimp!