This was James’ Christmas present. I never know what to get him so he told me that he liked it when I bought an experience day before. So the only suprise was the activity.
White Water Rafting…in the UK.
Somewhere in my memory bank white water rafting was floating around – it was part of a conversation with James. Had he done it or not? I started to believe he had but it was the best activity I could afford so I went for it anyway. He had done it. In a natural environment during his month in Australia. How would a man-made river in Northampton compare to that?
James liked the idea all the same but we both put off booking the day. No reason for it. Just had other things going on. We weren’t going to go until Summer so what was the issue?
Summer all booked up. Avaliable dates? March. MARCH. Who goes to watersports in March??
I started to freak out realising we only had two weeks before the day. The website stated you needed to be fit enough to pull yourself back into the boat and confident in water. Now I’m not a large person, though I have my fair share of flabby parts. But I hadn’t trained for this. I was planning onworking out, getting myself back into a healthy body before this. And here it was. Two weeks.
Booked two days off work. I pulled out the old Davina McCall workout DVD and sat in wait for my family to leave. Then it was training time. Two mornings of high speedballs and punch, punch, uppercut, uppercut, squat and up, and I was as fit as I could have been. Ready to take on the water.
I didn’t get in once. I clung to that dingy with all that new found strength I’d worked on. However James…
We still debate whether it was 2 or 3 times he fell in. He was unlucky. The instructor set up the raft so we would be pushing against a current at the side James was sat on. The raft was at a steep angle, to the point where James was holding my leg to stay in. Then he went. Still holding the oar he went clean under the raft and out the other side. He was okay though. He got straight back in.
And straight back out. The exact same thing happened. (Would’ve thought the instructor would cut him some slack, but James had boasted about his time in Australia and how the instructors there would try get people to fall out.) This time when he went I gave a little ‘Noooo’ as he fell. Again he was okay.
We went around the course four times, swapping between front and back with the other couple who booked the same time slot. They had won the activity in a competition. We were lucky with the company we had, was quite nervous about joining a stag do or a House of Fraser team building exercise. They were nice people, even forwarded us the photos of the day. The only downside to Nene Water Centre is the extortionate price for a cd of photos. James and I did not have £25 spare for that. However we did give the couple £6 and they offered to email them across, which is exactly what they did. Really lovely of them.
Watersport isn’t on the top of my list of things I really, really want to do. I’m not great in water and the thought of not putting my feet down does scare me. But together we did it. Hopefully James enjoyed his present (I paid for my part of the day seperatly, don’t go thinking I just bought him a present which I get something out of. And if he didn’t want to go water rafting he could have exchanged it.) although I know nothing will compare to the day he finally gets to steer a jet ski. JET SKI JET SKI JET SKI. That will be a blog one day… a long way off one day.