...the missing entry from Tom's list of bedtime reading is of course 'Salty Seadog and the pitless bottom', an everyday tale of a trawler skipper, a jar of olives and some copper piping. A further footnote on our glorious adventures was provided by an extremepicnicstovefaceoff on Sunday 4th May @ Ulswater. Aside from Tom and Andy having a handbag skirmish over who had the best stove and the merits of petrol over yak urine as a fuel source, we also agreed upon a shorter version of our trip as a trial for the full fat version next year. This was partly in response to the Brighouse Bay experience Andy mentions somewhere else on the blog (at which point Tom and I nod sagely as if to say 'well if we'd been there it would have been sooo different'). The precise details of this years' trip have yet to emerge from the streamy fog of Mike's creamy potato soup, but are likely to incorporate a 4 day paddle minus the tricky tidal bits at the Lancaster end of the trip.
NB: Clearly this entry could only have been written by Ian. The rest of us have been taking our tablets like good boys and girls... I'm only posting it as Nurse won't let him use the Web any more.
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