Sunday dawned cold and windy. Many chose to head out onto the open sea and do heroic things, but the majority joined us for a sheltered paddle on the ria (drowned valley) of the River Dart.
There are a number of these drowned valleys in the South West, being especially common in South Devon. I’ll happily confess to not having paddled a single one before working on the book, but I’ve become a convert. These trips invariably start at old wharves and quays, and take the paddle gradually down towards the sea in an environment which is rather hard to define - a transitional zone that is arguably neither river nor sea.
33 of us launched from the old Baltic Wharf in Totnes. I told the Coastguard it was 33 anyway, but the number changed every time I counted …
Many thanks to the coaches who kindly helped manage and organise the trip.
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