Despite reports of high water and a fast flowing river (all proved), Swansea Round Table remained unperturbed and decided to paddle the River Wye in two canoes.

The five adventurers, Chairman Tony, Past Chairman Minty, Marcus, Neil and Daf, set off at 8am on a sunny Saturday and following a “Big
Breakfast” in Monmouth were ready to face everything the River Wye could throw at them, subject to two concessions!!

1: Our two canoes would be lashed together – perfect for that on-the-river relaxation.
2: We would be monitored by a guide for the first fifteen minutes downstream to gauge our competence!

Competence? "Oh dear"

Provisions and tents (two – check) safely barrel stowed, Minty and Marcus in one canoe and Daf, Tony and Neil in the second (to evenly distribute the weight!), we were off. Warmth of the sun on our backs, delightful scenery, good friends, a stong current carrying us along and a little light refreshment to ease the conversation into art and culture. Soon the world was put to right and we made the campsite, near Symonds Yat, in record time. Tents (two – check) pitched, firewood collected, kettle on, a little more light refreshment and it was time for a gentle
stroll to the Saracen’s Head. Great meal, few beers, game of Pool, simples. Until someone says…

“Did you know that when you drop a shot of Amaretto into a half pint mixture of cola/lager and drink it down in one it’s like drinking Doctor Pepper?”

Flaming Sambuca’s all round barman? And the rest, as they say, stays on tour. Finally back at camp Marcus & Daf took on responsibility
to get the camp fire going – good job it was a warm night – no Daf you are not blowing out birthday candles! And so to bed (tents, two – check)!!!

Nothing like a night under canvas, the smell of the fresh country air – thanks Minty – and the gentle alarm call of a Bull in full bellow! Breakfast duties with Neil and oh look its Dafydd, bacon buttie Daf?

Where the hell did Minty go?

Day Two
We head for the rapids at Symonds Yat. Keep left, head for the V, paddle like hell and hope for the best, oh and make sure Daf points away from the boat when he feels unwell. Survived, albeit a little wet and the canoes full of water. Onward to Monmouth where our efforts were rewarded by a huge reception comittee and entry into the annual Monmouth Raft Race.

The reception committee