No rain for a few days so no white water rivers seemed to be running within day-trip distance, so, weir bashing it was then.

 With the Thames bursting its banks the normal suspects were out of bounds, but the unusual conditions meant that Sunbury weir was running. Not one I’ve paddled before and neither had Dave H, Lee and Andy N. Hence we were pleasantly supprised to find a loverly wave/hole combination that allowed us to front surf ( with the occasional spin thrown in) to our hearts content.

Six of the seven gates were open, but the locky came to shut one of these just after we left. A pint on the terrace of the Magpie pub in South Sunbury afterword concluded a lovely day.