I can’t see the bore wave as it races up the river because I’m facing away from it, paddling furiously against the flow, desperately trying to pick up some momentum. But I can hear it.
And I can tell from the excited reactions of people watching from the bank that it’s a big one, just as predicted for this equinox morning. As it bears down on me, the roar of the relentless rolling wall of water keeps getting louder, obliterating the squawks of spectators.
