This weekend I had basically no plans. Unfortunately this has been a relatively common state of affairs lately as I have been travelling, which if I am honest is a rather lame excuse I am using instead of the term lazy.
Anyway like most under planned weekend I went with the flow and figured something would work itself out. A spectacularly uninteresting start of the weekend showed little promise with a significant amount of time spent in queues, but a trip to my parents to help them pack up their house proved the catalyst for things to change.
My parents, who from previous posts some might know as The Grey Wanderers, have been re-arranging a few things and decided it would be good for me to take a few things I clearly needed for my car (actually needed (there is no sarcasm there Dad)). As well as the things I needed we re-discovered their inflatable kayak in the back of the shed, so my Sunday morning was set!
So after an uneventful evening I awoke bright and early on Sunday, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
So after an uneventful sleep I awoke bright and not so early later on Sunday morning, and went in search of coffee!
Coffee in hand I pack the car and headed for the Lane Cove river where I knew there was water, mangroves, car parking. Somewhere in the back of my mind I also was aware there was access to the water from the car park from attempts at fishing with my brother years ago. I have no idea why we would have tried fishing with a dog and no bait, but that is off topic.
So I inflated this kayak with much scratching of head, substantial impatience and the help of an electric pump which produced inconsistent results.
Eventually I hit the water (not literally) and paddled merrily up stream to see what I could see. As usual that is about where the written part of the story ends, so look at the photos and make up your own tales or daring-do and adventure!