Today I managed to upend my kayak. Managed to wriggle out whilst underwater, collect my wits and do a self-rescue. It was quite embarrassing as I was just practising turning techniques in an inner harbour in Penzance so had an uninvited audience of probably thirty people!
It was always going to happen. It’s a home-build that’s a replica of a hunting kayak that was used in the Disco Bay Area of Greenland. Inch perfect, it’s just scaled up slightly for those of us that aren’t innuit-sized. Super-light and nimble but tippy as hell. Ideal if you start kayaking at the age of six…
I knew when I built it in the first lockdown it was not ideal for your average seventy year old but it was simple, cheap and just good to do something unexpected.
It’s intimidating if I haven’t been out in it for a while. The opposite is true if I use it for a few days in succession. Keeping you honest sums it up nicely.