This is going to be an odd post, since the Fat Paddler is, in fact, also a man. But you’ll understand shortly.
I was paddling on the Lane Cove River the other day in beautiful conditions. Glassy waters, the sun on my back, no wind at all. I paddled past dogs having a swim, passing turtles, fast-moving racing kayaks and slow-moving fishing kayaks. I passed through the Lane Cove National Park and got to enjoy the interesting rock formations and cliffs. And then I turned a corner and was greeted by another of Man’s monuments to progress. As you can imagine, it did it’s bit to ruin my paddle. I’ll let you decide….