About 65 people, I think, attended this. On the first day, 17 of us went canoeing down some little river that didn't have any water in it, so everyone kept running aground. I was soloing a canoe (I was going to do it for an hour and see how it went, but no-one wanted to switch out, so I soloed the whole day). Anyway, it meant that I ran aground much less than anyone else, because my canoe drew about an inch less water. Everyone was very impressed that I was so fast, but it's basically because I floated while they scraped.

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	The river, pretty early on. Note the riffles everywhere. There were no rapids to speak of, really, but when the water is an inch deep, every pebble makes a vee. There were no river trips the next day.
	Slightly fuzzy Melissa in the stern, and I can't remember who is in the bow. This was just about the largest rapid that we encountered. Note the smiles, which is indicative of its still being pretty early in the day.
	Here's me, finally conquering my fear of the tallest route at Rumney. No, actually, this is the first time I've climbed Rumney, so I must be just getting to the scary bit. My head will become jammed between two rocks and I won't be able to see where to put my hands. I will fall. Note my stylin' outfit: my shoes match the tree leaves. In two weeks, when I come back forf the Fall Circus, not only will I successfully complete this climb, but the leaves will have turned the colour of my harness. Cause - effect?