After the tea out we went to Mavis Grind. The idea was I would practise rolling my kayak a bit while Beren and Clare pottered about on the shore.
Well, I capsized, floundered about and swam back to the shore half a dozen times. Poor Beren was distraught thinking his Dad was drowning!
Giving rolling up as a bad job, for now, I had a little paddle out just beyond The Min; watching the terns, shags and a seal, while Clare piggy backed Beren along the shore line.
All in all an interesting way to spend the evening!