They arrive and unpack the car. Take the canoe off the roof and survey the river - mindful of men fishing. This weekend is the last weekend of the fishing season. Luckily, on the River Spey, canoeists and fishermen have mutual respect for each other it seems
"Please take care of Dad" - when did the roles reverse?! Father and son head off
I drive to the first meeting point
Just after twenty minutes they confirm the going is good and the rapids are fun - when Dad doesn't worry
Later, at the next bridge I get engrossed in f.stops and special effects...and
almost fail to spot them slipping quickly under the far arch
I'm given a map marked with crosses and told I can meet them at these spots if I want. What I really want is a hot drink and a petrol station and actually, by this time - a loo! I drive to Forres and manage all three before returning to Knockando - the pick up point.
I wasn't sure whether I'd missed them. It was a glorious afternoon and strong contrasts of light and shade make it almost impossible to see them but then I spot them racing round the bend in the river over on the right
"Is this it?" they shout. "Is this the end?"
back on dry land
a chance to reflect
They did sixteen miles and said it was a grand adventure - when Dad didn't worry!
Time to pack up
Knockando - the end of the line. A disused railway station, perfect for loading, (though I read later, it shouldn't be blocked by people loading and off loading - sorry) Now it's part of the Speyside Way and if people like us aren't in the way it's perfect for walking and bike riding.