The superior Sealskinz waterproof socks I tried a few weeks ago sprang a leak on their second outing, so I decided to try a pair of ordinary knee-length footie socks instead. It would be wet, but they should dry out quickly, be cooler than trousers and I wouldn't need to change from wellington boots to slip-ons to row.
It was a disaster. Gravel and mud got between the socks and the sandals and felt horrid. The socks were still wet when I got home. And worst of all the sandals had no grip in the stretchers so I couldn't pull forward properly. So it's back to trousers and wellies in future.
I rowed from Bosham to Cobnor where I got out to have a chat to some Dinghy Cruising Association chaps on the beach. When I got back in, I felt a nasty sagging sensation in the seat. It still slid, so I rowed back but very, very carefully. It had split half way across.
The magic of epoxy will make it good as new but it was the cherry on the cake. Gin for moi tonight, I think.
