I don’t often paddle in the heart of the city of Sydney because of excessive boat, ship and ferry traffic, but every now and then I do just to see…

All the weather and marine forecasts said the same thing – small waves and an even smaller ocean swell. Despite weeks of big seas and high winds, here was a…

The Famous Tim Kennings and I pushed off into the darkness, hunting the sunrise over North Head. The morning was proving to be the first really cold one for the…

This weekend’s paddle marked the welcome return of two misssing (feared lost) Team Fat Paddler characters. The inimitable Grumm (aka The Whinging Pom) and the Unknown Greenland Paddler, recently renamed…

There is something magical about paddling at night. The lights of civilisation reflecting off inky water,  the incredible array of stars overhead, and the tension of not being able to…

(Continued from Part 1) Both wet from our respective spills, Timbo and I paddled up to Bantry Bay in search of warmth and a hot cup of black gold from…

The boys came together for one last paddle before the next weeks Kayak for Kids event.  Meeting at 7am, we got to witness a stunning dawn over Middle Harbour before…

It never ceases to amaze me the way things happen. Like today’s paddle, which started out solo and ended up with a long social paddle with a stranger and a…