Barefoot Kanooing (Wednesday)

Lexy had a great idea Tuesday night. We should go kanooing, It was reasonably cheap at £5 for a double for 30 minutes. Wednesday it was raining. Pretty much pissing it down.

We went anyway. We went to the lake, and over to the boathouse making "Can yooou, kanooo, please" in stupid accents. We're the comic talent of our generation. We asked the guy if we could rent a double kanoo. He said we could if we were crazy enough. We assured him that we were and handed over the money. We went to get rid of bags and put life jackets on. We decided rolling up jeans, getting rid of jumpers, shoes and socks would be the sensible thing to do. Boat house guy made bikini jokes.

We got our kanoo and our paddles and off we went. After a little while I got the hang of it, Lexy had been before. It was fucking freezing. I couldn't feel my toes and the water was no more than 4 degrees celsius. There was some danger of falling in. Some of it self inflicted by being new to kanooing. Most of it from the danger of being run down by siblings and their friends coming at us with alarming speed in a pedalo. At one point we stopped to watch some people whizz down a zip-wire, but before anything happened siblings in a pedalo came peddling towards us. We paddled away with impressive speed and fear for our lives.

When our half hour was up I suggested we get out. Lexy wasn't amused as we were in the middle of the lake. We paddled to the "beach" and got out. We went in and used their changing rooms, cold water burning our freezing feet. We went back out to give the boat house guy our life jackets and he was a little concerned about how cold we looked and offered us a hot drink. We declined and said we were going back to the house. He said that on the upside our "lips aren't blue" and suggested that we "don't stop and fall over" on the way back. This may seem humorous, but we did stop for a short while and my knees locked up. Most unpleasant.