Bristol Canoe Club Magazine
Winter / Spring 2003
Thank you again to everybody who has contributed to this magazine. We have another bumper set of articles this issue, with something for everyone here to read, and photos too! Please keep them coming, whether it be poetry (none this issue), ranting, or anything in between…
Deadline for the next issue will be around 1st April.
Thanks – Conor O’Neill
Membership renewal
The boring bit: If you haven’t yet renewed, you should do so NOW. If you don’t renew, this will be the last communication you receive from the club. Please send your renewal form, with your money, to Jim Ratcliffe NOW.
Bristol Canoe Club’s 40’th birthday
Just to say thank you to everyone who came along to the club’s 40th dinner at Ask Pizza. A great evening was had by all.
Sea paddling at St David’s
My First Trip Out To Sea (Or the Day I Thought I Was Going To Die)
We set off from Abercastle just north of Whitesands Bay in what appeared to be ideal conditions. The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze and the sea looked calm. (No surf of course, this being August Bank Holiday weekend in St Davids). Calm sea however was a misconception unless your idea of a calm sea is a huge swell (well I thought it was huge). The outing did not start too well for me having picked up left
handed paddles by mistake but it was a bit late by the time I was in the water. 15 of us, or was it 16 on second count, set out to sea, the waves got bigger and bigger and I got more and more scared the further we went out, it was too late to turn around and I had to do it. The land became more distant and at last we turned the corner to follow the coastline. As usual there was loads of support ‘are you O.K. etc, generally I managed a nod of my head as my brain to speech function was lost in fear but was encouraged by Avis who could not let anything happen to her as it would prove all Tony’s fears to be correct!
As I started to feel more confident we had a long wait while Dave Brain attached a rope to someone even more scared than me (or was it cramp?). At this point there was lots of waving from the ‘sensible’ walking group who phoned Coastal Rescue but were reassured that thy knew about us and Dave had his flares with him. Then came the sickness, no-one had mentioned this to me (probably just as well, I normally start to feel sick just looking at rough water) but never connected it to canoeing. So once again lost the ability to speak in case I threw up when I opened my mouth.
Thankfully we got going again and followed the coast (dropping off a couple on the way) and made it back to Porthgain with no disasters. A great trip, fear factor 10, call me a wimp, its true but a great day out.
Teresa Treasure
The Dart Weekend – 22nd/23rd November 2002
‘Confessions of a swimmer’ by Ian Goodyear
We met at the bunkhouse, a rustic converted barn, very functional, with the Tavistock Inn only 50 yards up the lane. To there we made haste for a good filling of beer and grub and much merriment. We returned to the bunkhouse having had too much to drink and commenced to have some more. We’ll worry about that in the morning.
To make the events of Saturdays canoeing even more fun and the drinking session that night even better, Conor organised a sweep stake (£1 per person), the rules being, you drew a name from the hat and if that person was first to swim, you ‘drank’. Unfortunately, Conor drew my name and as yet I have not got the hang of the ‘roll’. But I was determined not to be the first to swim.
So off we went the following morning. The water level was very good. One half of the group decided to go as far as the country club, the other half as far again. Tony Barras led the first group with Conor leading the second. Unfortunately for Conor he would not really know where I actually swam (not until now) because ‘we’ (a selection of the first group) had decided that I had swam earlier than anyone in the second group. I must now confess that I actually swam at ‘Lovers Leap’ and whoever had the ticket with Dave Brains name on it should have drank the concoction of fire water that would later be served up to Conor. Sorry Conor, you were stitched up.
The descent was great, all through the ‘Washing Machine’ without a problem. Then on to ‘Lovers Leap’. Ahead was Richard Pinchin who was having what looked like a difficult time of things and I was sure he had gone under but he managed to save himself, which I couldn’t do, even though I righted myself once, for the first ever time, only to be thrown under as soon as I came up.
Then came the ‘Spin Dryer’. Here you have to keep left to avoid the eddy. So I got caught on the right and ended up going around in circles about five times before making a nervous attempt at ferry gliding across the huge waves coming at me (well they were huge to me!). To the cheers of those on the left bank I made it across (I appreciated the support).
Next came ‘Triple Falls’, a section of drops which were in heavy flow. We all made it down with the exception of Teresa who had to be fished out at the bottom. This continued to be an entertaining section, with one person after another from various other groups having a swim.
The final section was the ‘Weir’. This was negotiated without a problem and with a few smaller sections to go we came to the country park.
The drinking session at the Tavistock Inn that night was great fun. An interesting concoction of spirits were poured down Conor’s neck, with the help from Lisa Fitzsimons, who seems to have sampled every combination of ‘shorts’ going, with the finale being a black Russian (bloody hard to find one on Dartmoor let alone in Russia). Conor, you looked pretty rough the next morning.
I cannot comment about Sundays events because I had to get back to Bristol. All in all though, I believe we all had a great time. Thank you Paula for organising the event and I’m sure the pub landlord was very grateful also.
Ian Goodyear
Yak Exe Descent
See the Exe Descent trip report here.
QUENTIN’S BOXING DAY TRIP
[ Quentin tells me he didn’t write this… Ed. ]
Having suffered for some days from a disgusting bout of this years festive lurgy, contracted whilst providing care to ill, elderly and infirm relative. I was not at my best when I received an unexpected call from some woman claiming: a) to belong to Bristol Canoe Club and; b) to have received e-mail indicating that I would be running the club’s Boxing Day paddle at Saltford. I made it clear to her that I knew nothing of this and any way I was ill, but 11a.m. at the Shallows would be a reasonable bet. I returned to my box of Kleenex. Later I realised that I hadn’t taken woman’s number or remembered her name. It seemed unlikely that anyone else would want to be paddling at Saltford on Boxing Day, but how to put her off, who ever she was. A call to P. Carter confirmed that there was nothing for it but to go may be she wouldn’t turn up.
Arrive at Shallows Boxing Day 11a.m. to see already parked up old red Fiesta with purple boat strapped to roof. Oh Lord, not another kayak in sight. Suggest brief trip from the Boat House and strap my boat to her car. Dopey woman then realises that she’s left paddles and departs kidnapping my boat and returns a good 20 minuets later with missing equipment. Can it get worse? Oh yes, woman claims to be crap but enthusiastic, I can expect to practice my rescue techniques all morning then, great.
Access River at slipway in garden of Boat House. The river is high and flow is fast, even with crap lady paddler in tow surely this can’t take long.
Try to entertain woman with talk. Woman obviously hysterical type who doesn’t stop giggling, still she hasn’t fallen in yet and Saltford Row Club already in sight.
Given level of river and inexperience of Woman best not to take her over weir at Riverside and port round. Might have some explaining to do if woman gets pinned into weir and gets damaged. Can’t remember if insured for such event. Am demanded to give explanation of water currents over weir and oblige. Once round weir paddle into it passing two chaps sat motionless in an inflatable for brief white water experience. Almost back to Shallows when woman suggests continuing down the Jolly Sailor. Well she’s stayed up right so far so why not. Wonder if she can manage return against flow? Land at Jolly Lock for inspection and fly through wrongly constructed canoe shoot. Quick paddle through waves at far side and odd cartwheel just to keep hand in and hopefully banish festive bugs. Woman watches from Lock is she looking board to tears? Difficult to know and elect to return just in case. Provide more explanations regarding water’s flow over weir.
Just past boat yard and woman now chatting to bloke in sailing dingy, best let her get on with it and concentrate on business of getting back up stream. Perhaps woman is negotiating tow from the sailing man.
Land back at Shallows woman having stayed upright throughout, wonders will never cease. Just changing and sorting boats and notice woman now waving at passers by, whom she introduces as her Mum and Dad. Meeting women’s parents is never on my agenda and certainly not to be contemplated on first outing while changing in car park.
Still all nearly over get woman back to her car accept quick drink and away. Not exactly a trip for the adrenaline junky but better than watching yet another Christmas soap special.
Quentin (?)
FROM THE DIARY OF MISS HARRIS
THE FESTIVE SEASON 2002
The Club’s updated programme arrived by e-mail and included the entry ‘Boxing Day paddle Saltford Quentin?’ Wonder about significance of ‘?’ but ring Quentin any way. ‘?’ Means that Q has not been advised that he is organising said trip. He is suffering from ghastly bug and would be a great extra in any Ghost Buster film where the script demands ‘more slime’. Nevertheless 11am Boxing Day at The Shallows Saltford should be fine. Much pleased at prospect of Christmas paddle launch in to usual Christmas excess; firms do, girl’s night out, midnight mass, family thing, food, drink, more food….
Arrive a little early at The Shallows on mild, damp morning. Just considering ambling along the bank when Q arrives. Its quite clear that no one else will want to do this low key paddling (Saltford not being in Nepal) agree to take boats to Newbridge and paddle back in style of mini trip.
Transfer Q’s hand built craft to my car and am mortified to notice that I have left paddles at home. I rush off to retrieve them. Q is very gracious faced with such idiot behaviour on my part.
Use the slip way at The Boat House Newbridge. The bloody swan that claims this slipway as his own and who intimidated me on several occasions during the summer is fortunately absent (perhaps he made it to the Christmas table). The fish are rising and the two kayaks move quickly down stream. Q is very entertaining, I don’t think the intention is to be funny but there is something in the black, dry delivery that makes me laugh so much that more than once I almost tumble out of my boat.
Soon we arrive at the Riverside, the weir is much altered by the recent repair and I am happy to port round it. I insist upon explanation of water’s course here not wanting to miss the opportunity to learn. Just below the weir sat motionless in an inflatable dinghy with the expressions of those who have witnessed horror are two fishermen. While Q has disappeared into the weir I enquire as to the size of catch. No catch but fishermen are very successful to day ‘keeping out of the way’.
Q agrees to continue from The Shallows that are upon us so very soon, to the Jolly Sailor. Can this mean that I haven’t pissed him off too much just yet? On route have privilege of spotting a king fisher, always a special moment for me, but it probably wouldn’t light everyone’s fire.
I land at the lock by the Jolly and watch Q wiz through the shoot and play in the waves. The sky is blue, the sun warm and the view of the weir; Kelston on the opposite bank with the hills behind is quite beautiful. Feel huge sense of joix de vivre would just like to hold the moment. All snatches of nirvana are brief and Q has called it a day.
Make way back, no sooner started than I spot familiar face of regular river user, in this part, in his sailing dingy. Am thrilled to spot him after more than 18 months. A member of Salford Yacht Club he tells me that membership is so poor that the club is opening its facilities to canoeists. The main attraction on offer is the bar. Make mental note to pass this info to old school friend who still paddles with ‘The Griffon’ who sub let some small space from the Saltford Boat Club, which boasts the ‘Adventure Toilet’ (how many flies can you spot in there?). May be they’d like to up grade.
Best not let Q get too far without me so plough my way back against current, hugging the bank. Arrive safe and sound at The Shallows to do the changing, boat securing thing.
Then notice two figures all togged up in smart walking gear approaching. One is a foot taller than the other and I instantly recognise them as Mum and Dad. What to do? Known rules of social etiquette do not cover: car park, changing and boat securing, little known maverick canoe enthusiast and daughter. Choose to stay calm and make introductions as if at urbane drinks party. Parents, fresh from the pub, claim not to have recognised me, amazing after 36 years. Wonder whether I could have successfully dealt with encounter by keeping head down and ignoring it.
Soon we are back at the Boat House for more boat securing, post Christmas orange juice and good byes.
Many thanks to Quentin for his tolerance and for keeping me so wonderfully entertained…and also for fishing me out on New Years Day!
Helen Harris
A Happy New Year’s paddling
We have just had a fairly warm and wet Christmas and New Year holiday. I know we didn’t have very much listed in the club programme, but lots of paddling was done anyway over the holiday period. The trips I know about were as follows:
Dart loop & upper, Dart Anvil play wave, Nant Clydach, Avon at Saltford, Dart loop, Chew, Grwyne, Mellte, Somerset Frome, Upper and middle Tavy, Dart loop, Upper Dart, and a beginner’s trip on the Exe. Some of these weren’t really ‘club’ trips, but all had at least one club member on them. Probably many others that I don’t know about also.
This goes to show that you shouldn’t believe everything that you read in the programme, and that the club is actually far more active than you might suppose.
Note from the magazine editor – how about a write-up of some of these trips?
Cheers – Conor
Bristol Pitbulls on the road in Luton
Sadly results from the second Div 3 tournament were disappointing. The Pitbulls have been failing to score, and continue to miss our two old master’s Dylan and Rob. The last tournament included myself, Harvey, (who did have a legal helmet this time), Simon, Lee, and Tony. So without a substitute, we knew it is was to be a hard evening.
The results below show in some games we weren’t too far off the mark, but sadly we are firmly at the bottom. The worse part of the game was the game against our old adversaries from Div 4, the Celtic Dragons. Here they beat us 5-2, (although we thought it was 3-2), after we were 2-1 up. Still, when the old masters return, just may be we can get some retribution.
The final word must be left to our hero in goal Lee. Lee as many of you has been paddling many years, and has ascended to the heights of Div 2. At the start of the game against Avon, Lee decided to swim– too much tension. So if anyone can spare some time to teach him to roll, WE would most appreciate it!
Mark Gillett
An update on Polo at the beginning of February:
Oh, and I won’t be writing an article to let you know about how badly we’re doing in Div3S ‘cos we are bottom of league two places behind Celtic Dragon. And lost all four games at the Invitation (I think).
Dylan
Marathon racing at the top end
Ardeche 2002
See Trip report here
Exe Descent 2002
19 miles, 7 major weirs. High water.
Just recovered from the Ardeche race. Now it is the Exe. The toughest race (and the best) in the calendar. With very high water a Saturday inspection of the weirs was called for. We had 3 K2s in from Bristol – myself and ‘Spotter’ from BoA, Kevmeister and Theron, Pete James and mate from ‘down under’.
We were quite confident of the weirs down to Bickleigh and lunch in the Fisherman’s Cot – most excellent. Then we realised that the situation was getting scary. There was only 8 inches of space under the rail bridge at Four Pines, and the weir itself had a stopper 5 feet high in places. Cowley and Blackaller were much the same! The problem with weirs is that if you do not have enough speed into and over the lip the stopper will hold you up or knock you out of your seat and you will swim (or worse).
Day of race – Sunday. Perfect water level – dropped by a couple of feet. – warm day. Spotter and I had a reasonably good start over on the right. Smooth slope avoiding the bigger waves and crowded lines of the other K2s. At town weir we were in 4th place (out of 44 starters) and looking good just 100 yards down on the leaders Stan and Keith from BoA.
The Tiverton town weir is very exciting in a K2 because at this level of water you go over the lip, get sucked down and left into the first big stopper and against the high wall. The knack is to lean toward the wall slightly, keep paddling, and stay upright – easy. Well, it was this time! Spotter and I got complacent at broken weir and fell in – smallest, easiest weir on the river – twats. Cost at least a dozen places. Kev and Theron came past – they were right behind us following our lines – and shouted words of encouragement – or was it piss-take.
Anyway, I don’t race just to make up the numbers so we shot Bickleigh cleanly – a lot of the K boats come to grief here – the holding power of the stopper is not appreciated. We laid down a fast race and one by one clawed our way back up the field. Head between the knees under Four Pines rail bridge – a brilliant and mind-blowing weir shoot. Portaged the last 2; Cowley was a compulsory portage – the last one had to be shot by the pub – guaranteed to break your boat.
Finished 4th with a sprint finish overtaking Kevin Bowerbank and Alistair Rosler the pre-race favourites (according to them!) Only a few minutes down on the winners – my best performance on the Exe and a very fast time of 1 hour 52 minutes (also the best position of a club member). Kev and Theron finished 12th – very creditable, with a duff rudder from Thorverton, about half way down. Pete and his New Zealand adventure-sports pal were 14th – well done all of you. It is an achievement to get down the river at all in a K2, with all the moving water, rocks sticking up, eddies, shallows, standing waves, other canoeists, and the overhanging trees to watch out for. Over half the K2s don’t finish. Tristam and John (mate of ours from Fowey CC) finished by using a spray-deck wrapped around the nose and tied to the handle as a make-shift repair – beats walking back!
Stour Descent
14 miles. High water. 2 weir shoots. Sturminster Newton to Blandford Forum.
This is the last of the descent races and always gets a top-class turn out. This year saw big numbers to competition and unseasonably warm weather.
The race takes the form of a time trial. Start in threes, with K2s or K1s or similar ability, so you don’t really know if you have won or lost until the finish times are announced.
Spotter and I had a decent enough start and sprinted to the first weir, which is a triple drop – great caution needed here. You shoot the first drop, which was about 5 feet, at an angle, then straighten up to slide over the next two drops. Then paddle keeping your head on through the rough water and side currents below the weir.
After a couple of miles of hard paddling on a very twisty little river with dozens of obstacles and hazards, you come to the weir at Hamoon. A straightforward shoot and away. 4 or 5 more twisty turning hazardous miles then the last weir which is a compulsory portage – it is just a wall. The portage is always very difficult here and we lost time. I fell in on the get-in – it was deep. We caught up and overtook Paul Kingman and Andy Phillips from BoA. A tactical ‘dealt with them’ on the final burn up. Spotter and I finished 4th place, with a very fast time sub 1 20, less than 2 minutes down on 2nd and 3rd Stan and Keith. Theron Lodge did us proud by coming third in a K1. Pete James was not far behind, both had a most excellent race. It was a great day, well organised and a superb part of the country to visit.
These races represent marathon racing at the top end. It isn’t just about belting up and down the docks on a Thursday night. The fun and excitement you can have – at events like these or at the club local races – really is worth the hours put in training for fitness and technique, and all-round canoeing skills.
I would like to thank all the other marathon paddlers for their time and backup over the past year. We’ve had a lot of fun and success, and it will get better.
For anyone who would like to have a try out and improve their canoeing skills, we will be running Wednesday night taster sessions from early April at Baltic Wharf.
Steve Bennett.
Dee Tour 16/17 Nov 02
Open letter of complaint from Bristol Canoe Club to Loughborough University Students Union – written by Lisa F
Dear Loughborough University Student Union,
We the undersigned from Bristol Canoe Club, would like to lodge a humiliating complaint about what we consider to be the highly unacceptable behaviour shown by some of your so called “students”, while representing the university and general student population at a recent sporting event. We believe they have brought the national student reputation of being ‘beer-swilling rugby hooligans’ into disrepute by their actions…or more appropriately inactions.
The event concerned was the first River Dee Tour of the season – an event where Canoe Clubs from all over the country descend on the Welsh town of Llangollen to drink the pubs dry and do the odd spot of paddling. We’ve all heard the stories – late night parties, drunken students stumbling all over town, and the Swansea girls performing the annual skinny-dip in the campsite swimming pool. And that’s just on the Friday night before they have even done any paddling. On the Saturday night it is traditional for beginners and people who have just lost their virginity to the River Dee to celebrate the mere fact that they were (barely) still alive, comparing cut lips, bruises, black eyes, swimming distances and the odd broken limb. The stories get taller, the swims get longer, and the volume rises as they drink themselves into oblivion to forget the horrors of today, blanking out the thought that they have to do it all again on Sunday.
So needless to say, when we (a bunch of 20 and 30-somethings and an old Welsh geriatric called John, from Bristol Canoe Club, who have left their student drinking days far behind) heard that we would be staying in the same pub as Loughborough Uni Canoe Club on the Saturday night, we resigned ourselves to having a sleepless weekend with late night drunken parties going on in the dorm next door…so, if you can’t beat them, join them!
When we arrived back to pub after our days paddling on Saturday, the barman was quick to point out that there would be no late beers like last night – “not with the students staying” – they didn’t want things to get out of hand. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried…there is more trouble on pension day in the local post office!
We soon realised something was gravely wrong when it was pointed out that our table was making much more noise, swilling shooters and cocktails than the students who outnumbered us by at least 2:1. When we cast a glance in their direction you can imagine how horrified we were to see your Canoe Club were sat quietly supping pints ………….. OF WATER!! Ok well, perhaps that’s a little unfair – there was some beer on the table, about 5 pints between 15 students. But worse, much worse than that – they were playing SCRABBLE!!!! ………. IN A BAR!!!!!!!!!! … and arguing over it!!!! It was almost a relief when they gave up on scrabble, and moved a step closer to the unknown and produced a game of backgammon. At this point it was proving too painful to watch. Their night of drunken debauchery continued into the early evening when they moved their efforts onto a Giant Jenga game instead.
Unknown to us, one of these mad ravers was actually a former pupil of one of the ladies in our group (clearly mentally scarred by the experience!) and approached our table rather shyly saying ‘ Hello Miss Gunton …….…Do you remember me?…You taught me in secondary school…….” . A sad event to witness, as ‘Miss Gunton’ hung her head in shame having just seen the fruits of her labour. Clearly that kid missed the ‘beer swilling’ lesson at school!
To top it all off, every one of them off to bed at 11pm, leaving the barman and us astonished and bemused…but lucky for us, the bar open a little longer than expected……………..
Conclusion: Sad git, sad group, probably in need of being renamed the knitting society!
Not only have these students succeeded in lowering the reputation of Loughborough University, but that of the paddling fraternity too. As fellow paddlers we found their behaviour shocking and quite frankly offensive, and we sincerely hope that we never witness such behaviour again.
Signed:
- Tony John L Dom Steve R
- Richard P Conor Lisa G Lisa F
Upper Dart Trip: Sunday 12th January
Tony, John L, Dom, Alamo, John ?, Rich ?, Lisa F
On a freezing cold Sunday in January, when anyone in their right mind was tucking into Sunday Roast and preparing to snuggle up on the sofa to watch the East Enders Omnibus Edition, 7 of us Bristol paddlers decided to go where no other paddler dared to go. Literally!
Ok, so its not exactly like the Upper Dart is uncharted territory. But it was that day. As we arrived at Dartmeet, expecting to see a car park heaving with activity, we were horrified to see that there wasn’t a single other car with roof bars in sight. Even the die-hard paddlers thought it was too cold to paddle and had stayed home in bed!
I’d have been quite tempted to turn round and go home, but then I remembered what is fast-becoming known as this summers ‘Norway – Death or Glory’ Tour! And more importantly the fact that my name is on the list. Personally I’d prefer it if the odds were stacked in favour of ‘Glory’ – that made my mind up for me – time to get on with it and get some practice in!
While the shuttle bunnies managed to blag an extra 15 minutes of warmth in their heated cars, the rest of us stood around in the car park shuffling our feet to keep warm and contemplating exactly how cold the water would be. However, one good thing about the snow on the ground was that we made an important discovery – Inazones make great sledges!
The river was very low when we got on – as was the winter sun – right at eye level in fact, which made for some interesting paddling on those first few rapids where the horizon just seems to disappear. It was a case of ‘point and shoot’ – it wasn’t like we could actually see what we were doing! Having only tackled the Upper Dart for the very first time the previous weekend, I wasn’t sure that I was ready to run it blind!
However, at this level it was a totally different river and despite numerous opportunities for getting pinned, the water was moving fairly slowly so there was plenty of time to react to everything. Well to most things anyway!
The paddle itself was fairly uneventful – Euthanasia didn’t claim any victims (mind you, I elected not offer myself up as a sacrifice, deciding that the dry route down was best.) The only kodak-moment of the trip came when John (Leopold) narrowly averted a very expensive dentist’s bill with some nifty last minute paddle action, halfway over Pandora’s Box. Somehow Tony too, survived the drop unscathed despite the fact that there was hardly any water going over– however the rest of us took our cue from John’s performance and elected to walk it!
All in all a very pleasant paddle – and not even as cold as we had feared at the start. Well, you might get a different response if you asked Tony – but then again, he was silly enough to paddle in shorts when there was snow on the ground!
Lisa Fitzsimons
River Chew: December 2002
It was decided after some heavy rain, that the River Chew situated just outside Bristol at Pensford on the A37 would be worth paddling. After solving a minor dilemma (Conor’s leaving at home of his buoyancy aid)we were ready to take to the water. Lisa and Quentin put in just above a bridge built over a vertical weir of about 2ft, but the rest of us decided we didn’t like the look of the stopper at the foot of the weir, so chickened out and took to the water just below.
During the course of the trip we encountered the odd friendly chute (four in fact and all beneath bridges), and the more daring members of our party pulled off some ‘moves’ in their play boats in the faster flowing spots. The river was bank full, but, given the number of trees and branches choking it, for the most part mercifully languid . There was also, of course, an obligatory barbed wire fence in the river just below the bridge at Woollard.
The highlight of the day was seeing Quentin shoot the 10ft vertical weir (6ft at this level) at the horse paddock above Compton Dando. The large boil (was it a stopper?) at the bottom, and the trees just below it growing in the middle of the river, which had submerged their island, put the rest of us off.
Another mile or so and we were in Compton Dando and ready for the short drive home.
Conclusion: a pleasant pastoral paddle amongst rolling countryside, with the odd kingfisher thrown in.
Danny Jones