Should have left today, but I didn't. Instead, I decided to canoe
the river that I walked up the bank of yesterday. The beauty of
being on the water is that the birds are less terrified of you.
Sure they still fly away when they realise that this noisy puffing
Englishman powered bright yellow object is bearing down on them,
but I managed to get much closer than when I was scrambling up and
falling down the path cut in to the side of the hill yesterday.
I almost wish that I was a bird watcher as at least that way I would
know what that, 'big one with the black body, red eyes and a bit
of a gamy leg' is. One the other hand, I think that it's probably
best that I don't. Having canoed up to the end of the river, I turned
around and rather predictably started coming back down it. I then
decided that I was having much too much fun to go back straight
away. I hung a left rather than turning right to go back into town
and headed off to the romantically named Island Lake at the other
end of the logically named Serpentine river (or is it the other
way round for those adjectives?). I was warned that this section
of the river was 'rather monotonous'. Not only was it rather dull,
it was also a bloody long way with the wind blowing in my face all
the way there. I got there (eventually) and couldn't even see the
Have I mentioned yet that it's been raining? More or less all the time over
the last couple of days those little drops having been falling out
of the sky. So much for topping up my tan before going home!