I’ve been wanting to paddle in Grandtully since I moved to Scotland. Last weekend, I finally did. I picked the lowest day ever, apparently, but I’m still stoked. I hadn’t done any slalom in over three years, and of course my form has suffered, but it was delightful to feel I could just jump back into my old boat and find a lot is still working, just like that. Sometimes it’s good to remember where you’ve come from, even if it’s not been an easy journey. I’ll be forever grateful to my first club for introducing me to this brilliant sport.
