in search of yorkshire kayak angel

[Ciara Ferguson]

Hello. Firstly id like to declare myself an imposter on your website. Im not a kayaker, but I appear to be a kayaker groupie. You might have seen me last saturday night at the ISKA symposium floating around the Yeats Country Hotel incognito in black satin. I was at another event there for which i too had travelled across the waves far and wide. In the wee small hours of the morning a few of you and a few of us remained in the residents bar. There, me and my brother met two kayakers, a very nice man from Cork and a Yorkshire man living in Cork, Now that Im safey ensconsed back in Tuscany in my medieval ivory tower, given to growing my hair, delusions of romance and a penchant for serendipity, I have come to think of him as the kayak angel. But I cant for the life of me remember his name, although I see his face clearly. So what the hell, if that nice chap reads this he might like to email me at chiaraferguson@yahoo.com. Even if its ony to wave. After all you guys do like waves. Ciara