I’ve wanted to try kayaking for such a long time. Earlier this year, Mr six and I promised each other that we would try something new once a month. Oi oi, saucy! Not like that. Some activities would be family fun and some would be just for the two of us. Then life kinda stepped on the plans. Although, to be fair, I’d never set foot inside an intensive care ward – or a high dependency ward before this year, so I might count those as ‘new experiences’…
Anyway, back to the story. Mr six bought us a kayaking experience for two a few weeks ago and I’ve been looking forward to it so much. Then we went away on holiday. I love the sea. I feel that I’m ‘me’ at the sea. I can feel the worries and tensions leaving me as if the tide were washing them away.
We had already bought a little body board for Munchkin and I had looked at getting shorty wetsuits, but I was worried that it might be overkill as we had no experience – however, whilst we were away, seeing all the sporting activities available and how much fun everyone was having, it made me feel that I really needed to do it. And so, three days after grumpily returning from the most relaxing break ever, Mr six and I drove out to the water sports centre.
We had been advised to wear old clothes and to bring a towel and a change of clothes. So armed with the necessaries, we made our way to the water’s edge, to be greeted by two of the least sporty looking gentlemen (equipped with lit cigarettes).
As I looked around, I could see that all the other people in the group were first timers too, so I was fully expecting a meaty health and safety talk; not the “Keep to the right, about 10 foot away from the bank. The water is shallower at the edges than the middle. If you fall out, it’s because you’re stupid. There’s a weir 3/4 of a mile in that direction.” that was dished out.
We were then handed life jackets, assigned a kayak, launched and told “See you in 4 hours”.
quite very much a competitive person and there was NO way I was going to let anyone else set off quicker than us. So Mr six and I paddled. Or oared. Or whatever the term is (see! I’m now a person with experience but still know nothing) with great passion the 3/4 of a mile toward the weir, turned around and headed back – then out, under the M56 and out toward Rocksavage.
It was quite simply perfection. I mean, the water stank, the kayaks were minging, there were definitely negatives, but the experience was the best. Seeing the river from a whole new perspective was brilliant, the wildlife – including getting so close to a heron before it took flight just in front of us.
Having spent so much time in the office recently, this break has been just what I needed. So little technology, getting back to nature and trying new activities which has given me back my self confidence.
We finally returned to our starting place and decided that 2 hours was enough so we got changed and headed home, aching all over but exhilarated.
I definitely recommend trying kayaking. Or just getting out of your comfort zone. And I look forward to any advice you have for me; kayaking related or other activities we should try.