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006<br />
Liffey<br />
007<br />
Liffey<br />
Liffey Descent<br />
Last year the Liffey Descent<br />
was held on Saturday the 8th<br />
October 2011, a little under<br />
a month after the initial date<br />
was set due to the lack of<br />
rain. Myself, George Barnicoat,<br />
my K2 partner, and our<br />
coach Ian White set out from<br />
Witney on Thursday night,<br />
looking forward to a 5 hour<br />
car drive followed by 2 hours<br />
on a ferry and nothing to<br />
entertain us but the sound of<br />
our own voices and Ian’s collection<br />
of CDs which included<br />
T-Rex and the greatest hits<br />
of Queen... Despite these<br />
many obstacles we arrived at<br />
Holyhead port with boat and<br />
our brains still intact, despite<br />
the high force winds that<br />
were even rocking the lorries<br />
around.<br />
A relatively uneventful<br />
trip on the ferry saw us<br />
arriving at Dublin in the wee<br />
hours of Friday morning. Now<br />
we just had to find our hotel,<br />
at 1 o’clock in the morning,<br />
in a strange country, with the<br />
local Oktoberfest reaching the<br />
climax of its stay... Thankfully<br />
we managed to find our<br />
hotel and crashed out on our<br />
beds gratefully. Friday came<br />
upon us far too swiftly along<br />
with Jim King who had kindly<br />
offered to guide us around<br />
the course for the race on<br />
Saturday, we then met up with<br />
the Southampton crew who<br />
were also racing the Liffey and<br />
we looked through the course,<br />
feeling very confident as the<br />
flow had not been released<br />
and so the water was very<br />
low. By the evening Jim’s<br />
partner, Richard Hendron, had<br />
arrived and we turned in for<br />
a, relatively, early night before<br />
the race.<br />
Saturday. Race day.<br />
Eeep!! <strong>The</strong> morning passed<br />
without incident, except<br />
several race veterans attempting<br />
to terrify us *cough* Tom<br />
Daniels *cough*!! We also<br />
managed our first look at<br />
Straffen weir when in full flow.<br />
<strong>The</strong> change was.... dramatic.<br />
What had been a relatively<br />
small trickle the day before<br />
was now a full flowing torrent<br />
of water, gushing over the<br />
weir and crashing into the<br />
bridge that lay less than a 100<br />
metres down. I don’t think<br />
I’ve ever been so terrified<br />
in my entire life. Despite my<br />
stomach feeling like it was trying<br />
to force myself out of my<br />
throat, myself and George got<br />
into our boat and got onto the<br />
water. <strong>The</strong> river was flowing<br />
well and it seemed like a lot of<br />
work and effort to paddle up<br />
to the start line, 500 metres<br />
from Straffen weir. Needless<br />
to say I was feeling nervous,<br />
especially when we were told<br />
that the line we were supposed<br />
to take on one of the<br />
weirs was blocked by a rather<br />
large tree branch.<br />
<strong>The</strong> start line, as everyone<br />
had promised, was<br />
more than a little hectic.<br />
Boats coming up to the start<br />
line had to manoeuvre past<br />
boats that were already there,<br />
hanging onto the side of the<br />
bank and then turn around in<br />
a very small space. Calamity<br />
commenced. Finally everyone<br />
started moving forward, and<br />
despite warnings of a video<br />
camera watching everyone to<br />
see who was pushing the line,<br />
I don’t think a single boat at<br />
the front was behind the start<br />
line. And we were off. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
were plenty of boats ahead<br />
of us and in a tight space the<br />
wash coming off these boats<br />
was astonishing and not a lot<br />
of fun to try and steer against<br />
when you have an over stern<br />
rudder. Despite this we made<br />
it to the weir and... we made<br />
it, yes there were points when<br />
we were engulfed in water but<br />
once you’d come through the<br />
adrenaline rush was huge and<br />
I couldn’t help but shout with<br />
happiness and we passed<br />
through and under the bridge.<br />
Easily one of the best moments<br />
of my entire life.<br />
Unfortunately Jim and<br />
Richard had misplaced their<br />
boat on the weir so they<br />
ended up crashing into the<br />
side of the bridge and they<br />
mistook my shout of joy at<br />
making it, for one of triumph<br />
as we overtook them. Even<br />
if it had been one of triumph<br />
however it was short lived, as<br />
they powered through from<br />
behind and swiftly over took<br />
us in the jungle and they came<br />
an impressive 9th despite<br />
their mishap at the start and<br />
Richard’s paddles snapping<br />
on the last weir before the<br />
finish. Initially we thought everyone<br />
had over exaggerated<br />
how bad the jungle was, there<br />
was plenty of room either<br />
side, though lots of twists<br />
and turns that gave George<br />
plenty of practice at steering.<br />
This was to be an assumption<br />
we didn’t make for very<br />
long as we were soon having<br />
to crouch over our cockpits<br />
to avoid branches and trees<br />
overhanging the river and at<br />
one point it seemed as though<br />
there was no way through<br />
till we saw a hole barely big<br />
enough for us to fit in.<br />
Despite these obstacles<br />
we made it and reached the<br />
next weir, again no problem<br />
and it was clear that Jim’s<br />
advice the day before had<br />
been of great assistance. Our<br />
next serious challenge was<br />
the portage. George had damaged<br />
his foot the Tuesday before<br />
by trying to find a quicker<br />
way to school by instead of<br />
cycling all the way, he’d cycle<br />
and then launch himself off<br />
and fly through the air. For<br />
his first test run however he<br />
decided to attempt his flight<br />
through the air right in front of<br />
a lamp post. Result; a damaged<br />
and swelling foot that<br />
was purple by Friday morning.<br />
Despite this, in my opinion,<br />
we did the best portage we’ve<br />
ever done, despite spending<br />
the past two years training for<br />
DW every winter. I suggested<br />
that I should break his foot<br />
Liffey Descent<br />
Louis Allen<br />
more often as a test experiment;<br />
sadly he declined but<br />
the offer is always there.<br />
We were more than halfway<br />
through the race and feeling<br />
confident. We had found<br />
a K1 who was a local and so<br />
we allowed him to guide down<br />
each weir (if you’re reading<br />
this many thanks!!) and we<br />
went down nearly all the weirs<br />
without a scrape, save Anna<br />
Liffey where I lost the skin off<br />
my thumb. I wasn’t feeling<br />
very happy about that, particularly<br />
when George cheerily<br />
informed me that the last mile<br />
or so was raw sewage... We<br />
reached Palmerston, the 2nd<br />
last weir from the finish and<br />
as we were feeling confident<br />
we became complacent and<br />
didn’t approach this at speed,<br />
we got caught in the stopper<br />
at the bottom and our boat<br />
flipped. Well our coach had<br />
told us repeatedly we’d fall<br />
in (as much to make himself<br />
feel better than anything else<br />
as he and Ollie Harding fell<br />
in twice when they first did<br />
it!) and so, in many ways,<br />
we were expecting it. Rather<br />
than from detracting from<br />
the race, made it more fun,<br />
as if we hadn’t fallen in then<br />
we wouldn’t have had the full<br />
Liffey experience.<br />
Despite this little mishap<br />
we got back in the boat<br />
and carried on down; finishing<br />
the race with no other<br />
swims in a time of 2 hours,<br />
8 minutes and 21 seconds,<br />
winning our junior kayak<br />
doubles competition by a<br />
comfortable distance. Next<br />
came the free meal and drink<br />
with entry and then prize giving,<br />
with a very smug Ian re-<br />
peatedly telling us how when<br />
he was a junior he received a<br />
huge metal plate as a trophy<br />
rather than our gold medals.<br />
Despite this it didn’t take<br />
away from the achievement,<br />
having never done any sort of<br />
white-water paddling except<br />
paddling down a few times at<br />
Symonds Yat, nothing at all<br />
like the Liffey I might add, we<br />
felt like we had conquered the<br />
world.<br />
<strong>The</strong> best trip I’d ever<br />
been on and one that I will<br />
certainly be making again as<br />
long as I’m able.<br />
Liffey lifey<br />
George Barnicoat and<br />
Louis Allen, two UK<br />
juniors punched above<br />
their weight on their first<br />
descent race<br />
SEAFORD AND DANIELS