I’ve had this image in my head for years of windsurfing across an aqueduct, though having found what I was looking for I’m glad it’d stayed in my imagination, as 125ft is a long way to fall, something our new guide was keen to point out.
One of those first calls I made to extend this trip was to Simon Moore, he’s like a dog with a bone, give him a task and he won’t stop until it’s done. All I said was “can you find me an Aqueduct” and he came back with two. What I did forget was his fear of heights, add the fact he’d not yet been on a SUP and I guess you could say it was a little cruel of me to send him across with Reece and Wouter. 500m across the Pontcysylite Aqueduct may have only got him halfway but that was already a paddle stroke too far and it was to be his last for the day. He claimed to be still quaking in his boots some three days later.
