4 kayakers and a German

Sometimes you have to wonder if there is something wrong with kayakers. We go out paddling in all sorts of weather, don't mind our cars stinking of damp kit and always enjoy a beverage of some sort after a good day's worth of doing stuff. I am not sure why I thought that going for a wintery walk today would be anything less than that, but of course I forgot that I was going with Falcon paddlers, maybe the most untamed bunch in the Southern Hasler group. (The beverage photo will follow shortly, when I have copied it from my phone)