Hull International Canoe Polo Tournament
By Liam Price on Friday 5th August 2016
Are you ready paddlers?
You: Aye-aye captain!
I can’t hear you!
You: Aye-aye captain!
Oh! Who went to ‘Hull’, oh did you see?
Kayakin’ and ballin’ and drinkin’ were we
If water based nonsense be something you wish….
Then pull off your deck and swim like a fish
D-UUUUU….C-CEEEEEEE Hahahaha ahahahah
So first and foremost if any of you did not sing along to
that, I am very disappointed in you. As penance you can start again and sing it
out loud. So why have I done this? I felt it was essential to introduce the
club’s trip down to the Hull international with a song. You may have noticed
that the word Hull was being mugged by inverted comma’s above and this is with
good reason. Due to building works the tournament could not take place in Hull
itself, it took place a little outside of Hull. Upon arrival the smell that greeted
you could be perhaps best described as a quirky Yankie Candle scent. The name
of which being: “nearby manure pile”. 1/10 would not recommend. So we pitched
our tents and all that, except that is for Sarah ‘Judas’ Ehmann who decided to
abuse her local contacts and stay the night in Emily’s house in, get this, a
bed! Totally betraying the kayaking ethos of being a cold and uncomfortable
while on weekends away.
So matches didn’t start until the Saturday morning, so we
went to the bar. I know what you’re all asking: how drunk did Danni get? But
that wasn’t until the Saturday night. I don’t think we really did much, perhaps
socialised a bit, maybe had an early-ish night because we’re #funpeople. So the
way the tournament worked is as follows: 3 divisions (div 1-3) each divided
into 2 groups. Each group plays a round-robin to produce a league table. You
then play the corresponding team from the other group to decide your final position.
So first in one group plays first in the other, second plays second and so on.
So Durham were in Div 2, in the group not containing Tees Tigres B, which like
the previous tournament had strong Durham representation. So a bit about the
team before we go any furher as it was mostly, but not entirely Durham. So from
Durham were Sarah, Jasz, Dan and myself, with a delightful pair of people by
the names of Shaune and Jess. Because I’m all clever and things I had forgotten
how names work and thought Shaune was pronounced Shwane when I first read it.
The first day started off less than ideal, with a 2-1 defeat
to a St. Albans team we really should have beaten. It was our first time playing
as a team though, so that provides some excuse at least. This was followed by a
rather high scoring game in which we won 6-3. As the score line suggests we
started to work better as a team in this one. We had a bit of a break until the
next one, so we got to relax a bit, watch some polo and enjoy the agricultural
smelling surroundings. An important game was up next, another university team,
a game which our pride would not allow us to lose. University of London were
the team in question. Despite the fact that we lost the first game, they were
our toughest opponents yet. The goals came from both sides, neither team able
to pull ahead, unitl finally Durham did, a 4-3 win showing the
#durhamdifference. A relatively straightforward game followed against Scotia B,
a 4-2 win. That was that for the day, with three games left to play the next
day. So we went out for a meal, eventually finding somewhere that everyone
liked the look of wasn’t completely booked out by a party. As the European championships
were still going on, we got to enjoy the Germany-Italy game that was on at the
time. Unfortunately Sarah had to leave before the match got interesting, and
subsequently missed the goals and penalty shoot-out that went to the the ninth
The FOA team we played next was a team with a fair few kids
on, cos FOA, and size may have been a main reason behind the 7-2 victory we
enjoyed. This only left the armed forces team, a fairly formidable looking set
of opponents. This was both our hardest
and most enjoyable game of polo yet, which I guess is a good thing, made better
by a 3-2 win. It was around now that most of us were flagging somewhat, but
Shaune “the energiser bunny” Walsh and Dan I feel somewhat carried by being
able to break at speed towards the end of this game. This only left the
cross-overs now. We finished second overall thanks to the Armed Forces team
having a better goal difference than us. This meant we faced (Kami-) Kamikazee
(, take me to the party) (for the MØ fans out there). This is a very good team,
that had scored a lot of goals in their half of the draw. So while it was disappointing
to lose 1-0, we did well not to concede more and they were probably deserving
winners. This meant we came 4th overall, and Tigers B came in a respectable
10th, which given they came in looking for a challenge, they did
well. That left packing up and heading home and breathing clean air again.
Yorkshire Knockout Tournament
By Liam Price on Tuesday 19th July 2016
Durham University recently ventured forth down to Leeds to
partake in the Yorkshire Knockout tournament at the Waterfront Festival. So
this was a one day event, unsurprisingly given the title, in Leeds. So over the
weekend there were things like dragon boats filled with minions and mimes (not
Mr mimes as pokemon Go hadn’t come out yet), a live band and what Richard Chew
from Harrogate described on facebook as “some daft sport I’ve never seen before
involving kayaks and a football”. Before we go into the polo I’ll tell you
about the highlight of my weekend. So there was the UK streetfood championships
going on, and if you would allow me to paint you a mental smell picture. It was
a nasal paradise, with bratwurst demanding the attention of your right nostril,
then some exquisite chicken tikka would demand the attention of your other
nostril. What was my favourite, I hear you ask? With all of these delicacies on
offer, in which stall did I venture? I’ll leave you in suspense until the end,
because this will be fun.
So onto the polo side of things. The intrepid Durham Team was
made up of Phil Dean, Jenny, Sarah, Dan and myself. There was also strong representation
from Durham in Tees Tigers, with Ant, Emma and Danni making up 3/5ths of the
team. And yes you did read that right, Phil Dean literally dusted off his polo
boat to make an appearance. I won’t bore you with the details of every game,
save to say the Durham team did really well in the round-robin stage,
overcoming virtually all in their (our) path. Because I am the one writing
this, I will inform you of my paddle shot that was really close. Looking at the
scoresheet, Dan was probably number 2, Phil was maybe number 3. Midway through
the day there was an exhibition match with Phil, Dan and I want to say Ant
played in, all representing Durham commendably.
In the afternoon there were a few more matches, leading to
two semi-finals. Durham faced White Rose, formidable foes indeed. However a 3-1
win saw them off. This set up a final against Tees Tigers. This was a very
tense final, with Durham emerging as victors due by two goals to nill.
And so this meant we have the resulting photo:
So we have a shiny trophy now. Huzza.
So my favourite element of the delicacies of the best of British Streetfood?
None of it, because they packed up by the time they finished. I almost cried.
National Student Rodeo 2016
By Jean Chabrelie on Monday 7th March 2016
guys for all of those that missed NSR I'll try to summarise what you've not had
the chance to experience.
NSR started straight off the bat with a messy pre drinking session that
involved "Shots in a tube" (England still holds many mysteries from
me to unravel) and ungodly amounts of pizza (that Mic still
expects compensation for). As soon as everyone felt the presence of NSR's two
main enemies (cold and sobriety) be negated by the sheer amount of alcohol they
consumed they went to the main tent for a memorable
party that involved more alcohol, half naked campers rave music and Max, who is an absolute legend on the dance
The next day started out with everyone in great
shape for kayaking. In other words, utterly gutted to have been pulled out their
tents and exposed to their hangovers.
Anyway we had loads of great performances by Anthony play
boating and rocking the C1, Eleanor kayaking
in a hipster way: aka, without useless mainstream things like paddles. Harry decided that he was too hungover for this shit so he just
straight out went for a cheeky swim cementing his position as the club's
greatest ever swimmer. Good performances by Ronan as well
who made intermediate level a position Captain Ward has been gunning for the
last 3 years. Parisa was one of the club's best hopes but she decided that she
would be fashionably late for the Women's intermediate final which she missed
by a slight margin of a couple of hours. Liam and ex
Captain ward reminded us that bromance isn't dead with their great performance
on the Duo.
Big congratulations to both Mark and Dan Sheppard for their
work saving people's lives all weekend. They even saved one crazed madman who
was going down the course in his boxers and swimming for fun (a nudist version
party on Saturday night was pretty epic people were wondering why we came in
togas to a Christmas special but we came up with an excuse like Romans killed Jesus
whose birth created Christmas. That's still better than: our social sec Alex wanted
to re-use an old costume. However, he was sexy in that mini skirt though so we
let it slide.
Shout out to Emma for
giving us an adult friendly reindeer costume no-one will forget.
we didn't get much recognition for our efforts in the prise giving I've come up
with my own:
keen swimmer: Harry
Nicest person on the dancefloor: Liam
Kinkiest costume: Emma and Alex
Best raver: Max
Most sleep during Nsr: Jennifer
Roughest morning: Eli Bacon
Best NSR spirit: Jake and Eleanor
Most allusive: Taylor
Local League 31/1/16
By Liam Price on Wednesday 3rd February 2016
Last Sunday we ventured yet again to the furthest place away
ever (York) for a polo competition. I now this as local league, but I don’t
really know what that means. I’m such a good info sec. On the trip over I found
out Alex and I share a taste in music, which is always fun to find out (does
that fact make up for not knowing what we competed in?). It was also ducking
freezing waiting outside, so cold in fact that the temperature sensors on the
cars read ‘as balls’. We played in the very first game, and in the warm up I
didn’t throw a ball at the pool staff, which is always good. I know I don’t
need to tell you all the scores as you will all have been avidly following the
updates on twitter (@durhamunicanoe), but I will anyway as I should be doing a
summative, and the longer this takes, the longer I can put it off for. The first
game was a fairly easy 4-1 win, with some solid team play despite not having
played together before. Their goal was a late ish consolation goal that was a
bit lucky, an ambitious long range shot from memory. Five of us thought we had
scored, so the only conclusion that can be drawn is that saboteurs attempted to
derail our march to victory by omitting a goal.
Otter wasteman (Barker, 2016)
For those not au fait with the local Yorkshire polo clubs, this is a reference
to Yorkshire Otters polo team.
The second game was somewhat closer, only a 2-0 victory. The
standard of opposition was greater though, so not an unreasonable result. Drama
came when during a chase for a ball Jean got hit in the chin by a boat. The exchange
after went something like this:
Opposition player: Are you ok?
Jean: *cracks jaw*
Opposition player: *Paddles away looking slightly afraid*
Further drama occurred when Alex decided to show off and show the entire pool
just how good his roll was. He decided one roll wasn’t enough and went straight
back over, his mighty roll was just too powerful again and he went all 360o
for a second time, only to swim this time.
An easy 5-0 win followed in the next game, and I think it
was in this game that Jasz found her scoring touch. Alex was binned miles off
the ball and rolled up faster than a really fast thing, I guess out of sheer
anger. I nearly missed an open goal, hitting the bottom bar, but luckily the
rebound went in to save my blushes. It was after this game Alex pointed out he
hadn’t lost a sprint yet and instantly regretted it.
As hubris dictates, Alex lost the next sprint, but the other
guy was really quick, in fairness. The last match was the most enjoyable of the
lot, with a 4-1 win really making it all the better. Cramp struck Alex
underwater, forcing a swim. Someone tried to bin Dan, resulting in him moving
slightly to the side.
Everyone on the team got on the scoresheet, Parrisa bagging
a few, Jasz with a few, Dan got a few when he had literally no other options
but to shoot. The top scorer is up for debate a bit, but Alex and Jean got a
similar number. Katherine did a top job in goal, only conceding 2 in 4 games.
We didn’t have the almost obligatory curry, but I had the cheesiest chessey
chips I ever had the privilege to behold. When you thought no more drama could
occur, Jasz stopped to try and help a dog on the way home.
Team: Alex, (OMG its) Dan Robson, Jasz, Jean, Katherine,
BUCS River Race - rescheduled
By Harry Ward on Tuesday 2nd February 2016
BUCS Wild Water Race has been rescheduled for Saturday 9th April - see the link for further information. http://www.bucs.org.uk/page.asp?section=14726§ionTitle=Wild%20Water%20Racing%20Championships
Happy New Year!
By Harry Ward on Thursday 21st January 2016
Happy New Year & welcome back to Durham, all! Hopefully this term will be another great one for the club. If you're new to the club and are keen to get involved, please get in touch - we'd love to help you get on the water!
BUCS River Race - cancelled
By Harry Ward on Thursday 19th November 2015
It is with huge sadness that I have to report that BUCS River Race this weekend is cancelled. It is enormously frustrating to all those who have put in hours of work in terms of both training and organisation for the event. However, we must all appreciate the cancellation is due to reasons outside of the control of our Friends group, who organize the event. I am currently, along with the exec, working on a contingency plan and will keep you all updated via email and Facebook as and when I have more news. If nothing materializes we will run a social on Saturday night and at the very least a river trip over the weekend.
Tyne Tour 2015
By Liam Price on Monday 16th November 2015
This update of the shenanigans of DUCC has taken slightly
longer to write than the last few as Alex has rumbled the generic formula I
used for the last few, so much like when you don’t have the write coinage at
the checkout, it’s time for some change. So the club hasn’t been to Tyne Tour
for a few years, so I wasn’t sure entirely what to expect. My thoughts
inevitably drifted to whether it would be similar to the
Student Rodeo. I was reliably informed that it was a good laugh by people who
have a better idea of what “fun” is and “how to have a good time” than I do. A
relatively large number of those newcomers to the club were also keen, so it
was with hope in our hearts and a spring in our step, we mentally prepared
ourselves for the second weekend away of the term. As we had the pudding social
on Thursday, Harry agreed to put some of my kit in his car, so I didn’t have to
lug it all the way down to the boathouse (Bear this in mind, we’ll circle back
to why this is relevant later). Due to the inconvenience of lectures getting in
the way of leaving to go on kayaking trips (an issue, which due to priorities,
Steve has never seemed to have), I didn’t leave until 6.30 ish. This means I
can only assume less fun was had than in the other cars, because I would wager
they didn’t have nearly as many Hosiers tracks on the speakers. In case anyone
needs a DJ for anything, I got a load of compliments about my song selection in
the car, such as: “I can’t believe you’re playing these songs”, “I liked this
when I was 12” or “I’ve never heard such an unusual group of songs played
together”. Both late cars stopped on the way for some food, and despite Harry’s
most cogent arguments (I must admit I was nearly swayed by “but it’s right
there”) we did not have a curry. The food was good, but much like when you go
to a cheap casino to play poker, the chips were slightly disappointing.
Upon arriving at Hexham, we collectively demonstrated a
masterclass in tent erecting. A fair bit of envy was going on when the pop up
tents were whipped out (almost literally), but this would not be the case for
long (oh the suspense must be killing you right now). I’m not sure if any tents
were put up correctly, but I know that many weren’t. It was around now when
unloading kit from cars that I noticed my roll mats were absent, you remember,
from before in Harry’s car. Fortunately Steve had a spare, but had he not,
Harry might have found his airbed deflating with a large degree of regularity.
We then headed into town to catch up with everyone else. The Wetherspoon’s was
packed with kayakers and it rapidly became apparent that kayakers are weird,
sleeveless hoodie guy doing a solid job of showing this. Everyone had one or
two drinks, maybe even 3 that evening, before heading out into the wild Hexham
nightlife. The first stop was Phoenix, which was a strange place. It looked
like a house on the outside, but on the inside, if you squinted it could be
mistaken for a club/bar thing. Some pool of a shocking standard was played,
which isn’t me being a dick, more self reflection. The music was very cheesy,
and sadly no house in the playlist (get it? Because it looked like a house…..).
The minimal number of people meant we then sallied forth onto the other club in
Hexham, called Studio. This was smaller and worse than the last one. I also
have a recollection of it being really bright in there, though that may not be
true. Given it was rubbish we went back to the campsite via Tesco’s,
unfortunately they had stopped serving ‘water’ by then, so we returned empty
handed and saddened by not being able to remain ‘hydrated’. We talked to some
people who seemed pleasant enough until I went to bed and they decided to perform
the classic Shakespeare play: “The loudest things ever”. Harry learned the
error of drinking 2L of water just before going to bed.
The next morning was wet, and muddy and also wet. Rain
shouldn’t be an issue when one is about to get on a river to go paddling, but
it is. Steve and Alex’s tent was not entirely waterproof, which decreased the
envy that was felt before. Steve’s good luck did not end there, he realised he
had forgotten his helmet. We had spare club ones, so it wasn’t the end of the
world, but, much like toadstools, he did look a bit like a mushroom. The river
(The river Tyne for those of you that haven’t read the title) was good fun,
though it did have a lot of flat in, which got a bit dull. I did enjoy Ant
attempting to brace using Danni’s paddles, which resulted in the blade slicing
straight into the water. The rapidy bits (technical term) were paddled well,
with minimal swimming all around. Warden Gorge was the culmination of the
river, a bouncy wave train thing, with photographers at the bottom, which could
capture a horrendous pose (me), you having the best time ever swimming (Alex)
or gurning hard on the last wave (everyone). A long paddle at the end followed
to the get out. A solid bit of paddling by me meant I grounded myself on the
one bit of shallow on a shallow and flat 30m wide section. The rain stopped, I
then of coursed jinxed it by thinking about how nice it would be to get off in
the rain. We took a group picture of everyone, except Ant and Danni, who were
lagging a suspiciously long way behind. A fun sequence of events followed that
culminated in me doing the splits between two boats, Harry hitting me in the
face with his paddle and me swimming around in what started as not too cold
Some people went to get changed, some kit was bought,
including Harry buying what turned out to be left handed paddles. I started to
get changed outside, complained about the rain, at which someone pointed out I
had a dry tent to use. We then headed off to the pub, for mostly water, some
beer and a few tea’s (not in the same glass you understand, that would be
horrible). It was here that we had our first game of ‘where will Max fall
asleep next’. We dried off there, had some fun trying to charge phones and saw
a sign for ‘Stevie’s karaoke’. We then had a really rather good Chinese. Shout
out to the those of the friends group that joined us. In good canoe club
tradition I ate in healthy moderation (assuming healthy moderation means for
like 3 people). It was here we had our next round, of ‘ where will Max fall
Fireworks were the next port of call, which were pretty
good, though the show was stolen a bit by the guy lighting them pegging it away
from the last box like his life depended on it. Now I know carrot cake is a controversial
topic and can divide opinion, but I can hold my tongue no longer. I like carrot
cake. There I said it. I only hope you can be accepting of this. I had some
after the fireworks, and it was like a party in my mouth where everyone was
invited. We then got to witness the masterful showman that is Stevie. Is a man,
is he just a myth, is he even real? I doubt we will ever know the answer to
these questions. All we know are his white shoes, flamboyant red shirt and
chains made his attire. He strolled onto the stage (bit of floor where karaoke
happened) like he owned it and sang a very standard rendition of an Elvis song.
Satisfied he had blown the audience’s (mostly us) collective minds, he returned
to his seat and resumed his pint. Knowing that nothing could live up to the
high standard of song, we left. We then went to Tesco to successfully buy ‘water’.
It may be I just wasn’t cool enough to know this as a child, but it became
apparent that the place to be if you are 12 is the Tesco car park. We then went
and attempted to socialise with other uni’s. I disappeared for a bit to chat to
a friend from Newcastle, so I can only assume you all made lifelong friends. The
ceilidh was great fun, only improved by 3 for £5 mojitos. I have a feeling that
the caller’s leather beret will become next seasons must have item. Only issue
was the ceilidh finished a touch too early. Some of us attempted to return to
Phoenix, but decided to give up upon learning entry was charged. It seems like
I’m throwing a fair bit of shade at Hexham bars, so for all the owners of said
establishments that are reading this: I don’t entirely think they’re rubbish.
It wasn’t raining this morning, but everything was still very
muddy and wet, which made taking the tents down so much fun. It turned out Ant
and Danni needed some aid putting the tent down in the morning, so we helpful took
the poles out for them. We then headed off to low force to do a few runs of
that before heading home. Some of us stopped off at a tea room on the way there
that had a fire and was everything one dreams of when on a weekend away. There
were a few other uni’s present, who kindly helped out with safety. I think
virtually everyone had a go, and there were a few swims, but it is tricky the
first few times you do it! A few went off to the Swale after that, which turned
out to be the first of two unsuccessful trips to the Swale in 2 days for Steve.
The rest of us got cosy and started our way home. We stopped at a reservoir,
which was a magical moment for everyone, and no one gave any attitude about it
at all. Food was the next priority, so we stopped for something to eat. There
must be a joke somewhere about leaving a wetsuit in the corner while one eats
their food, but it eludes me at the minute. And so ended the weekend away, with
much successful paddling done, and good times had all around (I hope)! Thanks
for reading, and I guess we’ll speak again after river race this weekend.
Freshers weekend away
By Liam Price on Thursday 29th October 2015
For those of you who are regular readers you will remember
that I normally start such pieces with a joke. I do this because I like to
think I’m funny. This is not because because I have finally decided to face the
harsh light of truth with regards to how funny I am, but because I, in spite of
Duran Duran’s immortal words, have to be serious. Forty people came to freshers
weekend away this year, which I’m pretty sure is more people than we have ever
had at any event ever. So a big thank you to those of you that came and helped
make it such a good event. Thank you to all you new-comers especially that keep
coming back to things and being keen, especially when you outnumber us existing
members at morning training (canoeing house I’m looking at you here). Secondly
(or maybe thirdly, who knows) congratulations to you new members as well for
the improvement in technique and ability we saw over the weekend. There was a noticeable
difference from the intro to white water trip the weekend before, to the end of
river on Saturday or Sunday, depending on which day you did it.
Our tale begins on a Friday night, a city on edge, anticipation
was building in the air. Many people were unsure why. Why did so many people
have this look of nervous optimism and hope etched on their faces all day? Why
was their home town of Rotherham so changed this past 24 hours? What these
unaware of the events that would take place that night, they did not understand
that even at this early stage of the season the clash of Rotherham United
against Sheffield Wednesday had the potential to have huge repercussions. With
Wednesday pushing for a play-off place and Rotherham struggling in the
relegation zone the stakes could not be higher. The situation in Durham was
rather dull by comparison. People turned up at 6ish to get pack themselves and
a load of kit into cars to amble off to Amble (remember what I said before
about thinking I was funny). Harry was calm, relaxed and collected for the
entire time, no stress whatsoever occurred. On the journey there I cannot speak
for the other cars, but I do want to wish congratulations to Chloe Allen for
falling asleep with a speed that can only be described as miraculously fast.
Upon arriving at the hall we were treated to Shepherd’s pie courtesy of Jasz,
which was very welcome. If you haven’t had the chance already, make sure you
say thanks to her and all the other cooks from this weekend. For example most
of you will know Mark, but for those of you struggling to place Eleanor, she
was the one that tried to fight anyone talking smack about Stockton. A
mini-social followed, with the rightful beer-pong champions being robbed Harry’s
underhand tactics (literally). Much merriment followed, the details of which I
won’t put on here, but whoever asked how you spelt Ed’s first name, hang your
head in shame. I will mention how excited Elli was that we had the same colour
shirt on, a situation that apparently demanded many selfies throughout the
Everyone was really keen to get up early the Saturday morning,
the amount of vigour and pep so early in the morning was astounding. I forget
who said it but I think the general attitude is best summed up by this quote: “uuurrrrrrgggghhhhh
why”. Such enthusiasm is an example for us all. We had to clean up the hall to
make way for the coffee morning and puppet workshop that, despite overwhelming
numbers of requests, we couldn’t get back in time for. This task was met with
similar levels of enthusiasm as getting up. We got to the river with minimal
hassle. The group was split in two so half did polo and half did the river
Coquet, an ever tricky word to say politely. As I said before I was impressed
with the improvement in river paddling I saw, it was good to see people give
everything a go and be so willing to practise and work on improving. Compared
to previous years we had more people and fewer swims, so kudos on that! I was a
big fan of how willing you all were to give multiple runs of the fish ladders a
go; it certainly made it more interesting for us! Shout out to everyone that
did swim for being really chill (not literally, they managed to stay relatively
warm) and kept their spirits up and continued paddling. Here a special mention
must go to Julie for making the rather large claim that she enjoyed swimming. I
wasn’t at any of the polo sessions, so not sure of the order of what happened
both days. So polo happened, balls were thrown, boats were paddled, that mostly
covers I think. Mentions to Alex for rolling and to Lilith for attempting to
roll, despite never having been taught. I didn’t get to play much polo sadly,
but in the afternoon of the Saturday what I saw and from what Dan saw the
standard was also pretty good, again with people being very keen to throw
themselves in (not into the water you understand, that would be very
counterproductive to staying upright). I understand some goods were purchased from
the kayaking shop, so that seems like a good thing. Hot showers were a
fantastic idea upon returning to the hall. The knowledge that cold and wet kit
waited for me tomorrow tempered the temporally blissful moment. Kit was hung up
rather optimistically to dry, with only Ben being successful due to noticing a
Much like the bold explorers of old we ventured into the
untamed lands of Amble. I think it’s fair to say a meal has never been more disappointing.
I’m going to speak from the experience of my table here. I heard many an
anguished wail of disappointment at other tables, but my heart had just sunk so
low that they barely registered. The meal started full of promise. The loaded
potato skins Ant had looked especially good. As did the mussels, but they later
induced vomiting, so they shouldn’t be too proud of themselves. The meal then
did its best impression of a car parked on a slope with no handbrake on and
went suddenly downhill. The duck and hoisin pizza was lacking in hoisin, the
base was dry and the experience left me strangely melancholic. A normally
reliable option of the BBQ chicken wasn’t any better. Thinking Emma must be exaggerating,
I tried some and I think I’ve had water with more flavour. The promise of
peanut butter and chocolate cheesecake kept me going, my stomach was growling
in anticipation, “patience old friend” I had to remind it. The meal then turned
into a little bit of a sitcom, the chef had dropped the cheesecake. Disappointment
reigned supreme. I thought the white chocolate and marshmallow cheesecake would
be a solid alternative. It wasn’t. It was like eating solid cream, a hobby I do
not recommend. A slightly more relaxed evening followed, with some rather
interesting opinions coming to the fore in a game of paranoia. Also because we
know how to have fun in canoe club, a blanket fort was constructed.
Surprisingly a slightly more energetic (a relative term) get
up occurred on the Sunday, perhaps the allure of bacon was just too strong. Harry
was certainly keen to get up, waking up at 5, thinking it was morning and
instead of checking his watch, decided the best thing to do would be to wake
Ellie up. The hall was packed up and we left for the river, ready for a second
days paddling. Everyone donned kit and I managed to find a deck that seemed to
generate water to drain into my boat. Again I can’t really speak for polo, but
the river paddling went well, everyone was keen to practice skills and work on
improving. Minimal swimming occurred, which is always nice. Today’s group were
less keen to run the fish ladders multiple times, only Lilith in my group did
it twice, so credit to her for that. The paddle seemed to go quicker on the
second day for some reason, so we seemed to get back relatively quickly. I
forget which day it was that Harry and Ellie spent 2 hours on their playerlayer
photoshoot, but yeah, that happened. Given spooning improves any situation (try
and think of one that isn’t, that’s right, you can’t), it was with regret that
pasta was eaten with knives. The obligatory trip photo was taken and also the
second DUCC swim team photo. Many people fell asleep on the way home, thankfully
none of whom were driving. And so endeth the weekend away. I trust you all
enjoyed it and I hope to see you all at things soon! One final mention to Cora
and Alex for making it through a whole weekend in a car with Harry and Ellie,
you are an inspiration to us all. Apologies that not everything got a mention,
but I don’t hear about everything straight away, something you can help to
rectify should you so wish. Thanks for reading and #canoelove
By Harry Ward on Tuesday 13th October 2015
Please note that our pool days have switched as of the week beginning 19th October 2015. We will now be having our more advanced Polo Pool Session on Monday evenings, meeting at Maiden Castle at 7:50pm and our Skills Pool Session on Tuesday evenings, meeting at Maiden Castle at 6:50pm.
By Harry Ward on Thursday 8th October 2015
We're running free taster sessions, so whether you're after trying something different or are a seasoned paddler wanting to meet the club - come along and see what we can offer! Wear swimwear and a t-shirt, bring a change of clothes and we'll provide the rest! If there weather stays as good as it has been recently, we're in for a treat, so don't miss out! More details, sign up and times are available to view on our website. If you're unsure of anything please reply to this email or speak to someone on the exec.
Saturday 10th October
Taster Session- 1:00-3:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Taster Session- 3:00-5:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Sunday 11th October
Taster Session- 1:00-3:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Taster Session- 3:00-5:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Wednesday 14th October
Taster Session- 1:30-3:30pm at Maiden Castle.
Taster Session- 3:30-5:30pm at Maiden Castle.
Saturday 17th October
Taster Session- 1:00-3:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Taster Session- 3:00-5:00pm at Maiden Castle.
Sunday 18th October - 11am meet at Maiden Castle*
We will paddle a local section of river which passes through a scenic wooded valley as it travels from Durham to Finchale Abbey. The section will include some minor white water rapids, these however are suitable for beginners. We recommend you come along to a taster/pool sessions beforehand or have some minor prior experience. The total trip cost is £4 per person, please bring this with you.
*Please note: there are no normal taster sessions running in addition to the river trip on Sunday 18th
Wednesday 21st October
Taster Session- 1:30-3:30pm at Maiden Castle.
Taster Session- 3:30-5:30pm at Maiden Castle.
To sign up to anything listed, just click the "Events" tab on the top right hand side, search for your event, click "sign up," then sign up again on the main page... then just turn up!
See you on the water soon!