Its July, and I’ve just got in from some frankly excellent boating. First off some tasty ditch slide fun time on the Tawe in South Wales, which would have been really awesome if the gorge wasn’t just a big pile of tree mess.
Cap’n Morse on the Tawe.
Next up, the massivly hyped, uni group breaking Mellte, but with a difference, it had some water in it. Not loads, but enough to keep it all clean.
Me on the Mellte. Cracking shot by Si Morse.
Back to Brissle, and lured in by pizza and garlic bread, I was heartlessly tricked into going to an Avon Polo Club evening. Turns out polo is actually really good fun, providing you don’t take it too seriously!
The more astute of you will notice that the day was a bit old school, not only because Mike Moxon came along, but because I carelessly left my creek-boat in my other house. Hurley or Dartmoor tomorrow. Hurrah!