Snow Kayaking in Crickhowell

To avoid the onset of cabin fever brought on by the recent snowfall, we decided to pull on extra socks, pack a flask of coffee along with a  huge slice of leftover Christmas cake and made our way up to the Table Mountain overlooking Crickhowell.

It was a rather cold slog up through some impressive snow drifts and the temperature chilled as we progressed towards the top but the views were spectacular, not least because we could enjoy them in peace (the children were kindly being looked after and we discovered after, had enjoyed their first ever viewing of Teen Wolf).

The coffee and cake came as welcome relief in the little rocky shelter on the top, not least because the wind had teeth and was positively gnawing away at my nose and ear lobes.  It dawned on me that I should have worn a balaclava perhaps but I always feel I should be wielding a gun and painting my face with mud in order to justify this "look".

Anyway - on our descent, we came across two young men who were clearly up to fun and by this, I mean placing their bottoms into kayaks and then paddling down the snowy steep slopes.  At first I will admit to thinking that perhaps this was not a sensible idea but when I actually saw the one boy travelling at break neck speed,  his paddles acting as both brakes and ballast, I did have a severe moment of "extreme fun envy".    It looked totally exhilarating.    We did wonder at how he would stop prior to slicing through the hedge and potentially decapitating his head but after a few controlled doughnuts, he came to a perfect parallel stop.

I really wished I had been able to film it on my phone but my hands were bloody freezing.  This winter sport appears to be quite popular and when you see it in first person, you really can see what all the potential fuss is all about......Fun Fun Fun.