French Lessons

We were woken this morning by the sun rising over the mountains and the mist rolling off the peaks. Off to the local patisserie for breakfast and practice our French, un, one of the them please, pointing to the raisin wells. With breakfast over and giant lunch box set we headed into the mountains to paddle Briancon George on the river Durance. Our French speaking skills can into practice again when we tried to negotiate our way onto the river as it was blocked by a building site, no luck so a dodgy climb across a locked bridge over a huge person eating weir. The Briancon George is best described as river on steroids. A steep narrow gorge with large volumes of water pummelling through it. With the adrenaline pumping we heading on down. For Richard the adrenaline became too intense and started to have a heart attack, finding an eddy to stop in was easy said than done, what would come first, the eddy, or him passing out (the eddy). With everyone buzzing we loaded the vehicles and headed to the next river to see what else was on offer.