My vehicle was off the road for a few day, so to make a change from cycling everywhere I thought I’d paddle to work at the pool.
It wasn’t a bad paddle, quite pleasant really, that is until I rounded the corner at An Sagart. The wind was blowing directly against me and progress was slow. I’d initially planned to paddle to all the way to Poolewe hall, but with the wind against me and time ticking away I hopped out as soon as I could.
It then didn’t take long to throw the boat on it’s trolley and jog along the road with it to the pool, just in time for work. Luckily I had a lift sorted to take me home. I didn’t fancy paddling home at dusk with the joint warrior mine sweepers prowling the area.