Paddling from Rochefort we took the falling tide downriver past a storybook style fort.
Our problem was where to land; water ankle deep miles from land, the wind was gusting 6, lashing rain; the shore of a mud which would make Emsworth look like firm sand; the water full of modern and ancient oyster beds invisible in the grey water, just ready to punch a hole in your boat.
Eventually we found a place just below the lowest HGV busy on the oyster beds.
Something surreal about lunch miles from land and in the middle of a traffic jam.
Every picture tells a story, it was a long paddle in demanding conditions.
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