I suppose this comes back to my growing obsession with messing about in boats: I've always loved the water, but aside from one teenage attempt at dragon boat racing, I haven't had much boating experience. I learnt to sail last year, and loved it, but (being me...) I'm always looking for new experiences.
We saw some traditional kayaks being built in Greenland, and met some people who had just got back from a kayaking-camping trip. It looked fun. I happen to have a couple of friends who go paddling regularly, so when they had a day off work and the chance came up, I naturally jumped at the opportunity to join them and learn something new.
Getting in to the boat was quite possibly the hardest part, and the point where I felt I was most at risk of ending up in the water. Once you're settled inside the kayak, it's surprisingly stable, especially since we went out on a canal, on a calm day - we just had to pay a little more attention when a narrowboat came past.
For the first few minutes, I found I could steer to the left but not to the right - meaning I ended up doing several 360-degree turns just to get back on a straight line. The funny thing was, even though I was clearly a pathetic excuse for a kayaker, it was really fun. Being hopeless at something isn't usually quite so enjoyable!
By the end of a couple of hours - including a short ball game, which caused Andy to capsize in an overenthusiastic attempt to win - I was starting to feel I was getting the hang of it. I could certainly see some improvement - even if I won't be looking for white water any time soon! Now, I just have to resist the urge to buy a kayak (along with resisting the urge to buy a sailing boat, which also requires a lot of willpower).