Tuesday, 7 September 2010
I stood back nervously but James was brave.
After a few minutes the wasps lost interest and we put out onto a strange and eerie world. the shoreline bristled with dead trees, watershield decomposed under the sun, dark deep water slid under our hulls.
We did not see any pixies, but at one point James commented that it was the sort of place you thought you might look into the water and see ghostly white faces looking back with dead eyes.
Memorable would be a word to describe the experience.
Here is a photo album of the paddle: http://www.homestead.com/rrpowell/files/PixieLake