After a three hour drive from Shoreham we met up with Kev at the boat. He seemed optimistic. The weather was actually perfect for his boat and we were good to go! Looking at the water, I was still dubious. It was mirror-smooth close to the shoreline, with barely a breath of wind. But there was no way we could turn back having come this far, so we loaded-up and headed out into the murky waters of the Thames Estuary, way past the point-of-no-return. Now, I’m not really sure at this stage if our driver was thinking that we were totally insane, but this must have been one of his most unusual expeditions of his seafaring career. One demented photographer, an ex-champion windsurfer and a Stand Up Paddler all crammed into a tiny boat with a shed load of gear under the guidance of a Skipper who would much rather be out on a fishing day trip with his mates – what could possibly go wrong?
