Most gorgeous day. Still no need 4 a coat. This week has been extraordinary. Indian Summer indeed. Paddleboarding Thurs night into sunset in Kingsbridge. Utter paradise. High tide and under Bowcombe bridge kneeling, to tackle the arches. Motorists casting jealous glances from their cars at we lucky, sunset boarders as I have many a time when hurrying along A379 toward Frogmore. Swans. Ducks. Clearwater and seaweed. But nothing is ever …er….quite as perfect as it seems is it?
Truth be told spent delightful day in BMW garage in Torquay getting “Connected Drive” reset then rushed home, strapping on p. board to roof bars and slithering into wetsuit and life vest. Arrived in timely fashion 1730hrs at “Waterborn” Kingsbridge… only had horrible sense as I parked up that the most horrible scourge known to womankind was rising.. .
Cystitis
The most dreaded of afflictions and yes- in full spate as the hour’s tuition progressed and teacher taught finer techniques of cross paddle stop ….well out into water. No chance of a lav for hour and a half at least. As the sun set and various boats sped charmingly by in gold tinted, millpond calm waters, leaving us to navigate a gentle wash, for the first time in my life I trembled, tried to resist but lost bladder control and did full blown (cystitis) induced wee in my lovely wetsuit. How HORRIBLE. At home I had a very hot bubble bath then put wetsuit in bath to decontanimate and warned all household that black , neoprene person
submerged in water was my suit, not dead body.
The River Files 