With one of the aqueduct walls being only four inches thick and 14 inches high I was not 100% sure this was ideal location but it sure felt good, so good in fact the local kayak instructor asked to have a go in the safety of the canal. Before we had chance to say “we’re off to discover more”, he’d taken all our SUPs and had his clients giving it a go. When we left, his last words “I’ve got to get into this” were still floating in the air.
I’ve yet to find the name for our next spot, but then as we found it by chance I guess it should remain a bit of a mystery. We were just looking to get a couple of extra shots of the Pontcysylite Aqueduct from below when I looked along the river Dee that runs beneath it. Do you ever get that feeling you’re in the right place at the wrong time? Somehow I just want to paddle back this way in the autumn when the leaves are turning; at least the image I leave here with is a lot safer than the one I arrived with. Stepping back into the canal, we paddled on, but with each change in direction there was yet another stunning vista before us, that was, until the light went out. We did as the signs suggested, but with only an iPhone as a flashlight I’m sure no oncomer would have seen it, so we pressed on into the dark.
