NWSK blog

Spurn Head

2009-11-03T08:14:00.002Z

A small group comprised of NWSK and Yorkie paddlers managed to get a paddle in on Saturday before the weather broke in such dramatic style on Sunday. We assembled on the east coast to paddle around the iconic headland and nature reserve of Spurn Head. I met up with Richard, Sabina, Ron and Kate at the Spurn Heritage Coast Visitor Centre at Kilnsea Beach.

Spurn Head is a fragile spit of land made up of sand and pebbles bound together with marram grass and sea buckthorn. In places this 6 kilometre long spit is less than 50 metres wide. Spurn protects the Humber like a huge breakwater keeping the stormy nature of the North Sea at bay.

The coastal erosion here means that the shore is receeding at around 2 metres each year and the way down to the beach can be a little awkward.

Once out through the surf we enjoyed the assistance of the south-going tidal stream as we passed numerous anglers on our way to the point.

We stopped for a play in the overfalls where there is a sand bank and an area of shallows called 'Stony Binks' close to the end of the headland. From here we could see the old Bull Sand Fort which stands in the middle of the mouth of the Humber. The fort was built in WW1 as part of the coastal defence network.

Once round the end of Spurn we were in smooth waters paddling past the pilot station and jetty, 2 disused lighthouses and the only lifeboat station manned by full-time residential staff. I was spotted by the coxwain, Dave who I had met earlier in the year when 4 of us finished the Kayak Coast 2 Coast trip here raising over £2000 for the RNLI. We had just a brief chat before moving on to paddle up the inner shore of Spurn.

Birds were swarming all around us as the sinking sun lit the inner shore with a golden autumnal glow. The water was strangely smooth yet we could hear the boom of surf dumping on the outer beach, just accross the road on the other side of the spit.

Finally, we reached the shore next to the Crown and Anchor pub and after 14 kilometres of paddling we only had 700 metres to walk to our cars. We did go to the pub for a drink and some grub. Kate made the mistake of gently mentioning that her drink was less than perfect, which inspired the fearsome landlady into a devilish halloween rant.

The Industrial North-East

2009-09-28T16:24:00.003+01:00

The coast between Yorkshire and Northumberland is one of little known beauty and poorly hidden beasts. Brian, Peter and I met at the historic headland at Hartlepool on Friday morning for a paddle to Teesmouth. The launching spot is down a set of steps through a sandstone archway the old town wall onto a small beach called Fish Sands. As we paddled along the shores of Hartlepool Bay we kept ourselves entertained in the surf that was breaking gently on the smooth sands of Seaton Carew.

The industrial tangle of Teesmouth makes a dramatic backdrop to an otherwise flat coastline.

On Saturday we were joined by Glen and his partner Dee. Whilst us lads set about paddling from Blyth to Cresswell, Dee helped with the logistics before looking for some horses to ride. Heading north from Blyth the coastline has all of the trappings of heavy industry (more past than present). The scenery begins to show signs of rural life where the River Wansbeck enters the sea on the approaches to Newbiggin-by-the-Sea.

To help prevent coastal erosion Newbiggin Bay has a new breakwater complete with a huge sculpture of a couple gazing out to sea.

Lynemouth Bay lies to the north and hosts the aluminium works and power plant creating an awkward interruption to the otherwise slow but sure transition from industrial to rural coastline.

Journeys end was on the unspoilt sands of Druridge Bay just outside the rosy village of Cresswell in Northumberland.

Sunday morning saw us heading to North Shields at Tynemouth for a trip north along the coast to Blyth where we had started our trip the day before. We Paddled out of the River Tyne entrance and turned north beneath the iconic silhouette of the Tynemouth Priory. We paid a brief visit to Longsands beach where Glen swam in the challenging 6 inch surf.

We passed St Mary's Lighthouse before battling with strong offshore winds as we passed Seaton Sluice on our way to finish the day at Blyth Beach.

Finally, on Monday Brian, Peter and I finished off with a short paddle round Coquet Island before starting the long haul home back west.

A sunny paddle round Walney

2009-07-26T23:13:00.001+01:00

I set off with as part of Julian's group to circumnavigate Walney Island off the south west part of the Cumbrian coast. Walney is around 13km long, under 2km wide and lies across a narrow channel from the industrial town of Barrow-in-Furness.

We set off from Earnse Point when the tide still had a way to come in. Walney is made up from glacial deposits and the west side is one long beach made up of sand, shingle and pebbles.

The south part of the island is a nature reserve where Eider Duck nest in relative peace under the protection of their Herring Gull neighbours.

We passed Piel Castle but felt obliged to get an update on the renovation project on 'The Ship Inn'. While we were there we it seemed rude not to stop for a drop of lunch.

The flood tide was building in the Walney Channel so we hurried back on to the water to make our way north.

We were barely half way to Barrow when we discovered this leggy beast bearing down on us.

This is what remains of a slag heap that used to be much bigger. This is where hot waste was dumped from the foundry at the north of Barrow. The glow from this heap could regularly be seen from the Isle of Man at night.

We stopped for a short break at the north end before nipping across the have a look at 'Lowsy Point'. There are a collection of huts amongst the dunes and grassland.

Some are residences and some weekend retreats, but all of them are someones beloved pride and joy. It does seem as though some of the buildings are held together with mostly pride, and not so much text book construction techniques.

We left Lowsy Point on the ebbing tide with just 4 km remaining before we landed back at Earne Point, where the ice cream man was waiting for us.

Durham Heritage Coast

2009-05-05T20:44:00.002+01:00

Dangerous Dave and I met up with Terry H and his mate Stuart at the Hartlepool Headland for a weekend paddlig trip with an overnight camp. Our paddling started from Fish Sands close to this statue of Andy Capp on the Hartlepool Headland.

We paddled north along the coast towards Crimdon Dene where there is a breeding colony of Little Terns hidden amongst the sand dunes. A little further on and there is a small headland called Blackhall Rocks. Closer inspection reveals the headland to be almost completely hollow. This is a huge cavern with numerous entrances at ground level, and a pebbly beach inside.

Later in the afternoon we settled for a deserted beach to camp for the night. Until the 1980s waste from the coal mines and steel industry was dumped along this shore without regard for any consequences. Following a huge clean up the beaches are turning from black to a more naturally sandy colour and wildlife is beginning to return.

The Magnesian Limestone that makes up most of this coastline is riddled with caves and arches and we made the most of the rockhopping opportunities.

The Limestone is overlaid with Boulder Clay and sandy glacial deposits and there is plenty of evidence of frequent cliff collapse.

Upon our arrival at Sunderland we found a delightful cafe by the beach inside the north pier where we found pie and chips to be our reward for paddling against tide and wind all morning.

Kayak Coast 2 Coast

2009-03-24T06:44:00.004Z

Last week Glen, Jean, Liz and I took part in a unique voyage that linked the Irish Sea with the North Sea via the inland waterways network of northern England. The trip started near Crosby at the Mouth of the Mersey Estuary. At Runcorn the route followed a historic trading route through Manchester along inland waterways across the Pennines before reaching the Humber Estuary at Goole. On the Humber the route passes Hull and after 8 long days finished at the historic lifeboat community at Spurn Head on the North Sea Coast.

We stayed mostly in various accommodation including one night on a narrowboat and another in a lighthouse owned by an eccentric artist. The scenery was varied too. Once away from the windswept coast the rolling Cheshire countryside was soon replaced by industrial structures and inner city chaos of Manchester. The heights of the route (600ft above sea level) were adorned by the surrounding moorland and crags that mark the Lancashire - Yorkshire border.

The people we met were equally varied. On separate occasions a pub landlord and a Dog walker were instantly moved to hand over donations there and then. One character from a group of threatening looking youths recognised me as being Polish, produced a small plastic cup and poured me a generous slosh of vodka. He insisted I looked cold and needed a ' likkle sumfink' to warm me up.

The 182 mile journey involved portaging around 140 locks (I haven't counted them all yet) with many days on the go for 9-10 hours. Not surprisingly one of us took a little time out due to tiredness, injury or illness. The one exception was Jean who instead of accepting a lift around a 5 mile impass on the Calder and Hebble Navigation, chose to get up early and run it in an effort to keep a sense of completeness to the coast to coast journey.

The Kayak Coast 2 Coast blog describes the build up to the trip and includes a day by day account. Have a look and if you feel moved enough you may consider making a donation to our charitable cause.

Wild Bore Hunt #3. Thwarted by the Sludge

2008-12-22T07:38:00.000Z

In a final act of adventure the pre-christmas wild bore hunt took us to Glasson Dock at the mouth of the River Lune. At last we caught sight of real pig meat. Bacon baps were devoured from the 'Lantern o'er Lune' cafe in preparation for our 'Tour de Lancaster'.

'The Lancaster Round' is a lengthy day paddling trip that combines the rising waters of the Lune Estuary with the stillness of the Lancaster Canal. It took us around an hour an a half to reach Lancaster where the waterfront has undergone some splendid re-generation. Many of the original buildings from Lancaster's bustling past as a trading port remain. The wonky house with leveled windows is one that has survived in spite of some merciless subsidence.

Unless there is an unusually high spring tide it is necessary to portage Skerton Weir in order to reach the Lune Aqueduct and the Lancaster Canal less than 500 metres further upstream.

The Canal runs 19 metres above the river. It was only once a couple of kayaks has been carried up the bank to the canal we saw that the canal had been drained for maintenance. All that remained of our inland route back to Glasson was an 18th century trough full of mud.
Thwarted by the sludge, we beat a hasty return back down the Lune Eustuary to some spectacular sunset scenes.............

Pre-christmas wild bore hunt #2. Take aim ........... mist!

2008-12-18T16:34:00.000Z

The intrepid bore hunters stirred from their slumber to find the Leven Estuary blanketed in thick fog. Undeterred, the hunters hurried their kayaks to the advancing waters edge in readiness for the search for Chapel Island.

Technical minds, knowledgeable experts and a doctor from Yorkshire were summoned. They consulted their books, orientated maps, and pointed .... and following an undetermined amount of time paddling on a varied bearing the island was found much where it was last time.

Chapel Island was explored thoroughly but sadly no boar were to be found. As the mist lifted the hunters fled north with the flood in search of a place for rest and nourishment. Coffee and cakes were dispatched with yaffle and glee.
The only blot on the landscape of fulfillment was a sweltering, greasy, pungent bowl of 'Bovril and kebab floater' soup. A retreat on the ebbing estuarine waters followed soon afterwards for fear of reprisals.

Pre-christmas wild bore hunt #1. The Slightly Irritated Piglet

2008-12-18T16:33:00.001Z

The elusive and notoriously fickle wild bore of Arnside haunts the shores of the Kent Estuary, in the northwest corner of Morecambe Bay. A muffled roar is often heard as the wave approaches. Small animals scatter for cover and birds take to the air. Shortly afterwards patient members of the local paddling community experience the ride of their lives, or monumental disappointment.

We paddled some way out towards the retirement capital of the south lakes coast. Grange-over-Sands has an elderly community which supports a number of doilie adorned cafes providing afternoon teas. Local residents are waited upon by the younger mini-skirt and low top clad generation, but the correlation with this 'generation gap' and an unusually high incidence heart attacks has yet to determined.

The water arrived late. Not so much a wild tidal bore but more a slightly irritated piglet. we rode the surge of rising water back to Arnside and consoled ourselves with some surfing beneath the railway viaduct.

Having failed to catch any wild boar we continued on up the estuary and into the tributary River Bela where we were tempted by some Reindeer maturing in a festive manner. Our final destination was Kate's house where we washed down a herd wild boar sausages and a mountain of mash with a good old glug of mulled plonk!

End of Season Meet

2008-11-20T20:54:00.005Z

Many thanks to Jim for organising the event, and to Kev and Gill for the superb dinner on Saturday evening.

There was some excellent paddling on offer - and I've posted just a few photos from the two gentle trips I undertook. Duddon estuary on Saturday from a useful get on at Askam Pier (one of the many old slag heaps of the Furness area):

Launching from the end of the Pier

On the Estuary

At the railway bridge

On the river

Duddon Bridge

Sunday saw a more leisurely start, totally due to the later high tide. This time an easy amble up the Leven from Wadhead Scar near Bardsey - just getting on the water before an angling competetion got under way.

Chapel Island

Railway bridge

Returning to Wadhead

Bill Quinton

Kayaking with Killer Whales at 60°North

2008-10-09T18:00:00.021+01:00

I had thought about going to the previous two Shetland symposiums, but somehow things hadn't worked out. Talks with fellow paddlers about visiting Shetland over a few beers never seemed to get any further than just talk. Shetland seemed to be the place that lots of folk wanted to go, but few actually managed to get there. This time my trip to Shetland came about due to other paddling arrangements for 2008 not going ahead as expected, so this was my backup. I also knew that Jean was going with her mum to paddle together for the first time.

The symposium ran from 4-7 July and was hosted by Shetland Canoe Club at Bridge End Outdoor Centre on the Isle of Burra. The main coordinator of the event was Tom Smith of Sea Kayak Shetland. The club also organised an additional three days of paddling at Unst the following weekend, the main coordinator being Beth Cummings. I'd say more than half of the delegates stayed for Unst, where we were joined by the OSKA contingent, Shetland Canoe Club's nearest paddling neighbours.

Most visiting paddlers seemed to already have a copy of Tom Smith's and Chris Jex's The Northern Isles. I counted myself as lucky in not owning or even having glanced through a copy, so I knew nothing of what to expect in the coming ten days. However, since returning I've added this excellent sea kayaking book to my collection.

The overnight ferry from Aberdeen to Shetland arrived in Lerwick at 7am (although I joined the boat in Orkney), so even those making their way to Bridge End by bicycle were there in plenty of time to make camp and register before the afternoon kick-off. A copy of Jim's 10 Top Sea Kayaking Paddling Destinations recent article in The Guardian, putting Shetland at the top, had not surprisingly already been posted on the symposium notice board.

Jean and Tess decided to make the most of the morning by going for a short paddle, heading north. In the afternoon the symposium possy headed south towards South Havra, exploring the immediate area en route. The weather was superb, barely a breath of wind with glorious sunshine.

Those that donned cags were soon to regret it. This was not the weather we expected in Shetland. We had a mid afternoon stop on the south of South Havra at West Ham cove. Many of us explored the few abandoned houses that were once the homes to a small population.

Next was Little Havra, even smaller and exposed to the west with an impressive arch to the south. Even in the calm conditions of the day, the swell here was not insignificant. At this point the group split, those that felt obliged to get back in time for dinner returned up West Voe and those that wanted to make the most of the conditions. We headed back up the outside of West Burra, again exposed, so is not often a place that can be seen close up. It took us a surprisingly long time to explore the 4km up to the bay of Banna Minn, but there was much to see. On arrival the view of the bay was idyllic and I couldn't think of a better place to spend a night gazing up at the stars, before possibly nodding off. If I'd brought a bivi and more provisions that would have been my choice, but alas...

Here we had short portage to get over to West Voe again and then back to Bridge End, just in time to be rather late for dinner.

The following day it was even warmer and the plan was to head up to Muckle Roe. I am not someone that is normally overly impressed by sea caves, but those on the west of Muckle were something else. I use the term caves rather loosely as it included deep gullies, tight open passages, both wide and narrow arches, subterranean passages and of course they all had to be explored. Jean and I did our very best, but of course we failed miserably. I think we also maybe tested the patience of the others, who were continually hanging around waiting for us to re-emerge, so we split from the main group along with local guide Jim.

Many photos were taken in the caves, but the results were largely disappointing. I think this was because the poor light made it too difficult for the cameras auto settings to cope. It's something I'll certainly bear in mind in future.

We stopped for lunch at North Ham and basked in the sunshine. A couple of our hosts, Tam and Jim, went skinny dipping within an instant of landing in the adjacent fresh water loch, while I amongst others were happy to just lay back and enjoy the scenery. After lunch we continued round the island in an anti-clockwise direction, returning to the marina next to the mainland bridge, but I think we'd seen the best of the coast during the morning.

That night the wind piped up and by morning it was blowing a good F6 or more. I'd gone down with a vicious summer cold during the night, so there'd be no paddling for me that day. A group which included Jean, Tess, Pete and Pen headed quite a bit further north on the west coast of the mainland and did a paddle from Hillswick to Mavis Grind, which gave shelter from the north easterly, although apparently it was still a bit wild at times.

For the final day the wind dropped, but there was still a big swell to the east, which ruled out a number of good paddles. As some folks were catching the 5pm ferry a shorter paddle was chosen, so we headed for St.Ninians Isle.

The most noticeable feature of the island is the sand tombolo, which produces good surf when the conditions are right. Like everywhere else I'd paddled so far, the coastline was again interesting and varied.

We had lunch at an unnamed cove near Inns Holm before most of the group headed down to Colsay. Jean, Tess and a few others didn't need to rush back so spent more time exploring the area. We ended the day at a lovely little cove next to Spiggie where a couple of anglers were fishing for sea trout with trout rods and lines with a fair bit of success.

After the symposium, those that stayed on made plans to do their own thing for the rest of the week. The following selection are from Pete's and Mike McClure's trip to Papa Stour. Mike also managed to get some quite good cave shots, as well as the video clip of Pete having a bit of fun.

Jean and Tess started the week by joining a club organised trip from Westerwick. It was an out and back paddle for all bar Jean, who decided to do an extended paddle back to Bridge End taking in Hildasay, Oxna and the surrounding Scalloway islands on the way. Travelling back to the centre by kayak was far more direct than doing so by car.

The following day there was another trip to Papa Stour.

On the Thursday, Jean and Tess went to Eshaness on their own. They visited the sunken subterranean passage known as The Holes of Scraada pictured below.

Our most active guides over the ten days were Tam, Jim (pictured below) and Ian (shown dancing with Beth later). We were all grateful to them for giving up their time, but I like to think that they enjoyed themselves nearly as much as we did.

While everyone else was paddling, I'd decided to take a cycling tour for the rest of the week, hence the bicycle. From what I'd heard, Eshaness and the surrounding area was a great place to see. It was also vaguely in the right direction for Unst the following weekend. The plan was to take in a few scenic loops on the way, so my route was to go via Tingwall, Weisdale, Bixter and up to Voe before getting back to main roads again. First stop was the fish shop just outside Scalloway (GR HU 409397) as the fresh fish in Shetland was second to none. My second stop was for lunch at Weisdale Mill. The menu was enticing yet not pricey. I opted for Cullen Sink and some Blue Lady tea while I was waiting. It was far too civilized for riff-raff like me, but nobody suggested I leave, despite the tight lycra shorts and dripping sweat onto the table. The dish came with just a single slice of home made bread. It was a bit like soda bread made with a multi grain/seeded flour. It was absolutely delicious, as was the soup. It was a good job that bread wasn't offered separately on the menu, as I'd have probably scoffed a whole loaf. And all the food was prepared in a kitchen that would make most ships galleys look spacious.

After Bixter, the climb with a fully laden bicycle into a stiff breeze, up the pass heading over to Voe was beginning to sap my strength. At least I hadn't overdone lunch. Tess, a highly experienced touring cyclist, had advised me that there weren't any really difficult climbs in Shetland. Well it may not have been the Alps, but by my standards this was tough. The sun was shining and the views were brilliant, so the decision to pull over to take it all in was a no brainer.

While lying on the grass by the side of the road, resting and re-hydrating, I was very tempted to call it a day and pitch my tent, despite having already booked a bed in Eshaness. However, lack of food, water and something a bit stronger meant that staying put wasn't an option. So I studied the OS map and a magic symbol rose from the screen....PH....and you don't see too many of those in Shetland outside Lerwick. Not only that, there was a choice of two in Voe. There was a God after all! With newly acquired motivation my speed of ascent increased dramatically or at least it did psychologically. The descent into Voe should have been 'a breeze', but the increasing headwind meant I still had to pedal on occasion.

The first pint didn't touch the sides and neither did the second. The pub was empty, hardly surprising mid week and mid afternoon, but the barmaid was good company once I'd persuaded her to speak a little more slooowwwly. After one for the road, pangs of hunger were coming from my stomach. With a belly full of beer, only a curry would do, but that wasn't an option here in Shetland. Not so! I had been reliably informed that there was an Indian takeaway in Brae, only a further 5/6 miles north. I arrived at 5.30pm, normally a tad early for a curry, but hey I was on holiday. A vindaloo with extra chillies would have been the normal drunken choice, but I would be sharing a confined four bed bunk room later, so just a little consideration was called for (Jimski - take note here). Brae was not exactly overrun with outdoor eating spots, so I settled for the green outside the public convenience on the main road and chatted to friendly passers by who enquired about my day. All I needed now was a nice cuppa. I went into Brae Hotel, ordered a pot of tea and discovered I could get online for a mere £1 for 3 hours. An hour or two later, after recharging my batteries (both laptop and body) I headed to the Co-op for supplies. As it doesn't really get properly dark in Shetland mid summer, I didn't need to rush to my final destination. The small painting below captures the essence of the Johnnie Notions camping böd where I was staying far better than a photograph.

I awoke pretty late the following morning and was grateful to have a proper mattress for a bed rather a camping mat. I'd hoped I would sweat out the last of my cold the previous day, but alas I felt rather rough again, so I was in no hurry to get 'oot an aboot'. Besides, the böd had been surrounded by sheep, so I was going nowhere.

At lunchtime, I headed down to Braewick, pitched my tent on the campsite and went to the cafe for food. After lunch, a little nap was called for, but I didn't awake again until 9pm. I hadn't gone to Shetland to spend all my time sleeping! Fortunately, it was far from dark so I cycled down to Eshaness lighthouse to take a look at the cliffs. While climbing the last hill a car with kayaks on top was heading towards me. It was Dave & Lucy and they had just been watching a pod of orca which were now heading south toward Stenness. I abandoned my bicycle, jumped in the car and we made a dash for Stenness. Within a minute of arrival the pod was spotted so we headed over to get a closer look. I'd never seen any kind of whale before, so the experience was completely magical. The pod remained in the same spot for about 15 minutes, which went in an instant. I'd got my camera out, but the brain failed to register the fact that photos don't get taken by themselves. After the pod (a huge male, three females and a baby) left us, we talked about what it would be like to encounter killer whales close up in a kayak and came to the conclusion that it would probably be pretty scary.

By the following morning I'd developed ear ache too, but as I'd planned to walk round the Eshaness peninsula that's exactly what I did. It was an excellent walk, but I couldn't help thinking that it would have been a much better paddle.

By late afternoon I'd packed up and begun the journey to Unst with half a loo roll sticking out of my left ear. En route I passed Sullom Voe oil terminal and was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't the complete eyesore I expected.

We were using Gardiesfauld Youth Hostel as a base, but most folks were camping. I decided to break the journey into two and stayed the night at Mid Yell camping böd pictured below.

On the ferry over to Yell I bumped into local paddler Bonar, so I asked if the pub(s) on the island was any good. He must have been in a rush as he spoke at twice his normal rate, so I just nodded politely, but left none the wiser.

I set off quite early the following morning in order to have breakfast at the Wind Dog Cafe in Gutcher. At least my virus hadn't affected either my thirst or appetite. Breakfast wasn't fantastic, but the selection of assorted cakes on offer looked excellent. It wasn't long before other paddlers were arriving at the cafe to await their place on the ferry.

By the time I got to the hostel I was in quite a bit of pain with my ear, so I went to the doctors in Baltasound to get checked out. The doctor assured me that I didn't have a brain tumour, but I did have badly inflamed inner ear and warned me that it could lead to a perforated ear drum if I had an OBE (out of boat experience). So, it was quite important that I remained upright then! As the antibiotics and painkillers I'd been given allowed me to drink we called in at Valhalle Brewery for some beer to take back with us. The weather wasn't at its best so only a few folk went paddling. I took to my bed yet again, dosed up on pills and consoled myself with some Baltasound Bakery oat biscuits, which I'd best describe as rusks for adults and rather yummy! I awoke in time for dinner, but unfortunately it was deep fried fish and tatties. I'd never cared for anything battered, with the exception of tempura prawns when they're done well, but food was food. However, the fish prepared by Ian & Beth using a secret recipe was the best fried fish I had ever tasted and there was lots of it. You'll never go hungry when being fed by a Shetlander.

In case you're thinking that my plate looks a bit greasy, that's the remains of lashing of tartar sauce from a previous helping.

On Saturday morning it was a little breezy again, so most folks took the day off from paddling and went walking in Hermaness. The following are some photos of wildlife in the area.

The rest of us did a paddle from Lunda Wick back to the hostel in Uyeasound, starting late in the day to avoid tricky wind against tide conditions in Bluemull Sound earlier on. That evening there was an excellent BBQ followed by Unst Regatta dance where failing to have a good time would have been an impossibility.

Over the symposium period, everyone had been looking forward to a paddle out to Muckle Flugga, the most northerly point in the British Isles. Fortunately the wind and swell had died down enough to make it a goer on the last day. Some of our group wanted to include Out Stack, which often has difficult conditions on the northern side, so we paddled a ferry glide course to get there. On arrival, there was indeed a tidal race running, but it didn't look too bad. However, there was a fair bit of swell, so as it was an unknown quantity we passed the stack to the south heading towards Muckle lighthouse.

We took a break from paddling at the lighthouse, but didn't land. Then we headed back to the mainland rounding Herma Ness and encountered gannets everywhere. Where there are gannets there are bonxies attacking them to rob them of fish. Unfortunately, in their world mob rule is the natural way of things. We continued until we arrived at an impressive arch at Toolie where we took another short break to watch the thousands of gannets.

As we set off again, Ken & Pen in their double decided to take a route through some tight gullies approaching the arch. The conditions were moderate so it was doable, but timing the wave sets was crucial. Unfortunately, their timing was a little out and a swim was inevitable, so we had some fun emptying a double and getting them back in their boat. Not long after setting off again we saw a gannet in the water entangled in some broken fishing net. Arthur and Jean went to the rescue cutting it free giving it a good chance of recovery.

We continued south, exploring the coast on the way, stopping at Wood Wick for a late lunch. By this time it was raining a little along with a noticeable drop in temperature and it was the first time I'd felt cold in the whole time I'd spent in Shetland.

Before setting off again, we congregated in the mouth of the bay. While we were regrouping, Tam called out that he'd spotted killer whales, west towards the horizon, but nobody else had seen them. After looking, waiting and seeing nothing, I suppose we all thought it had been a touch of over enthusiasm. Then a couple of minutes later Tam called out again, but this time a few others had seen them too. They were over by North Holms and I'd pretty quickly figured out that they were heading towards South Holms. I can't remember exactly what I was thinking, but while everyone else seemed happy to watch from a distance, I just had to get closer. Powered by pure adrenaline, I was off as fast as I could paddle towards South Holms. I don't think a plastic Aquanaut has ever travelled quite so quickly. Before long the rest of the group were following. As I got close to the islets so did the large male leading the pod. While it was silently porpoising I was silently gob smacked by six feet of dorsal fin coming towards to me and it was getting nearer by the second. It was enormous! I fumbled around for my camera, but repeatedly failed to get a half decent shot. This was the same pod I'd seen at Eshaness a few days earlier.

The pod disappeared for a while and then reappeared about five minutes later very close to the mainland coast in the cove by Skitsack. They swam up and down the shoreline obviously in search of food. After the cove had been scoured they continued round the point towards The Trinks O'Clave. I took a shortcut through some gullies on the headland so I could keep up with them. As I paddled through a narrow gully one of the females swam up from the opposite end towards me and went under my boat.

By that time we'd more or less re-grouped. As we continued down the coast so did the whales, almost certainly in pursuit of food.

By the time we arrived in North Sound off Westing the behaviour of the pod had distinctly changed. They started circling round and round for quite some time. I wondered whether it was some kind of play or maybe they were even putting on a display for us. It soon became apparent that the pod were hunting a seal or seals. Jean managed to get the following short video clip on what memory was left on her card.

The pod had stayed with us on and off for two hours or more. On getting ashore, the atmosphere was electric. It was an experience that none of us would forget.

Thanks to Jean, Tess, Pete, Pen and Mike McClure for letting me use their photos and again to Mike McClure and Jean for letting me use their video clips.

Graeme

East Coast Week

2008-09-17T23:01:00.002+01:00

North Yorkshire (Sunday)

I met with Richard at Saltburn by the Sea to investigate the surf conditions that are well thought of in the region. The messy conditions were already being endured by many so we decided to head off for quieter and cleaner conditions elsewhere. Skinningrove, where the fishing fleet are celebrated with this fine monument, looked gloomy and messy too so we decided to descend upon quieter cleaner conditions at Runswick Bay.

Teeside (Monday)

Our presence along the coasts of Redcar, Teesmouth, Seaton and Hartlepool were met with comic suspicion and a relentless supply of 'John Darwin' jocularity. I came to the conclusion that the main attraction to paddling from Saltburn to Hartlepool is avoiding the traffic chaos of Teeside. After visiting the ancient semi submerged wreck at Seaton Carew beach we went in search of enlightenment at the dockside Museum Of Hartlepool. Following our taxing day off the water we found refuge at the Crimdon Dene Caravan Park north of Hartlepool where Peter was waiting with baited breath anticipating a cunning plan for the following days paddling.

The Durham Heritage Coast (Tuesday)

Our paddle along the Durham Heritage Coast took us from Harlepool past the famous headland where there are 3 historical sites in stark contrast. The peaceful Church of St Hilda stands dangerously close to the Heugh Gun Battery, yet nearby and seemingly undetterred by the proximity of bibles and battles, stands a bronze statue of Andy Capp clutching a pint of ale. A little to the north the coastline is dominated by Magnesian Limestone outcrops, caves, pinnacles and deserted shingle beaches. One landing in dumping surf was enough to keep us in our boats for the rest of the day. The only potential exception may have been amongst the relentless and disorientating clapotis ridden seas near the entrance to Seaham Harbour. Thankfully we safely crossed the harbour entrance. Bums remained firmly planted upon seats until kayaks were firmly planted upon Seaham Beach. Upon our return to the caravan we were joined by Ray and Graeme.

Sunderland (Wednesday)

The 5 of us continued in the morning with a short sunny interval but once we arrived at Sunderland dark grey clouds began to gather once more. The coast between Sunderland and South Shields is a delightful mixture of rocky coves and caves, with arches, inlets and islets. We spent over an hour marveling at this short stretch beneath Souter Lighthouse before landing close to the Marsden Grotto pub at Marsden Bay.

Back at the caravan a great feast was prepared in honour of the days fine and respectable journey, then devoured by all in minutes with less than honourable style.

The Tydal Tyne (Thursday)

In search of calmer waters we aimed to go placidly amongst the noise and haste of Gateshead and Newcastle upon Tyne. The paddling idea of descending the ebbing waters of the Tyne was simple but the reality of the logistics took plenty of cunning and patience. If the peace of the paddle wasn't shattered by the dumping surf landing beside South Pier then it was lost amongst the Gateshead rush hour traffic.

The North Tyne Coast (Friday)

The adorably named Seaton Sluice was to be the start and finish of the day's paddling. We headed south towards Tynemouth. Our journey took us past 'the Sluice' and beyond the desolate reefs disused lighthouse of St Mary's Island. After crossing Whitley Bay and Cullercoates we landed through the surf at Longsands for a delicious hot chocolate treat at Crusoe's beach cafe before heading back. The return was slower than anticipated as wind and tide turned against us but the final hurdle was yet to come. Surf was now breaking heavily off the headland, over the sands and across the harbour entrance at Seaton Sluice. Careful timing and questionable skills aided our return. Not so much landing but controlled washings up!

Cresswell and Newbiggin (Saturday)

Overnight rain, the forecast of strong winds and heavy swell brought about anticlimactic feelings amongst Peter Ray and me. Peter went off in search of tea shops and surf whilst Ray and I opted for a spot of bird watching amongst the flooded dune slacks of Cresswell. Twitchers had flocked in from a far to catch glimpses of various lost feathered souls. Buff Breasted Sandpiper, Black Tern and Ruff were amongst the scrutinees.

The three of us gorged ourselves on a final supper washed down with plenty of wine before sleep preceded our respective journeys home. Thanks are due to Ray, Peter, Richard and Graeme for their company through various parts of the week.

Isle of Skye, August

2008-09-01T20:08:00.012+01:00

For one reason and another, plans with my mate Phil for sea kayaking haven't coincided too well this year and I was starting to feel frustrated when seeing some great photos on the UK rivers guidebook web site of peoples sea kayaking trips on the West coast of Scotland. To cut a long story short a climbing trip to Zermatt looked doubtful as another close friend was taking time to commit and so I decided to get myself some coaching with Gordon Brown based on the Isle of Skye. Gordon (not the prime minister) Brown is one of only three doubly qualified level 5 coaches (Sea & Inland kayak) in Scotland. This is the highest coach award achievable in the UK. He wrote the chapter on sea kayaking in the BCU handbook and has since wrote a manual for intermediate and advanced kayakers simply titled "Sea Kayak". He owns and runs skyakadventures.com based on Sleat and is a thoroughly nice guy.

I took a weekend to slowly drive the 520 miles to Isle Ornsay, Skye. My plan was to climb a few peaks along the way and generally settle into "the groove". Friday night was a long haul from the Midlands up to Arrochar near Loch Lomond where I bivied down at the side of the road for the night. Unfortunately the weather didn't play ball. My planned hike up Ben Arthur (The Cobbler) didn't appeal in torrential rain so Saturday was spent in and around Oban just taking in the atmosphere. I took a look at the falls of Lora, the outfall of Loch Etive, which feature heavily on the DVD "This is the sea 3". They look pretty awesome.

Usually happy to rough it in a tent or bunkhouse it's been over 20 years since I last stopped in a B&B, but I thought it would be a more comfortable option while on the course. I duly arrived on Skye late on Sunday; passing the familiar sight of Eilean Donan Castle near the Kyle of Loch Alsh along the way. I left my heart somewhere along the A87 many years ago and just feel content whenever I make my way back there. Mrs. MacKay was there to greet me as I pulled onto the driveway of her B&B and she invited me into her home as one of her family. I think she enjoyed "mothering" me all week !

I slept like a log and when Monday morning arrived I assembled with the other "pupils" next door at Gordon's home. The old croft house has been converted with a small meeting room, drying and kit room, etc. and outside he has almost 60 different sea kayaks from different manufacturers available for use. Some time was spent introducing ourselves and talking about what we wanted to gain from a weeks coaching. Gordon tailors his courses to meet clients needs and there are no set rules ...apart from that you must smile! There were 5 of us on the course plus one girl "shadowing" Gordon for more experience towards her 3* coaching qualification. Between us we suggested items we'd like to cover ; efficient strokes, deepwater rescue, towing, navigation, tidal races, surf landings, etc and this formed the basis for the weeks fun.

The first day was spent at Armadale. The wind was blowing force 6 ! We spent some time playing under the small pier, weaving in and around it's pylons while the sea swell lifted us up and down. I guess Gordon then assessed our different levels of competence. Nearby are a few small islands. They gave us shelter in the lee of the wind and the opportunity to push the comfort zone in small doses. A few hours were spent here just circling around, getting dumped on by surf crashing over the reef and surviving. It really was an adrenaline fueled day! Gordon just inspires confidence to get on and push your own limits. This comes from over 300 days on the water every year.

Our second day was spent near Kyleakin. We paddled under the bridge and caught a few eddy lines. There were seals to see and a flock of around 16 herons took off from a nearby island as we came in for lunch. Some navigation was done as was time calculation and strokes paddled against distance and all around is always the fantastic backdrop of wonderful scenery.

Each evening was spent in the pub grabbing some of the local cuisine and chatting with others on the course about the days events and dreams of adventure for the future. Wednesday saw us paddling at Kyle Rhea where the ferry comes in from the mainland. It's through these narrows that waters of Loch Alsh and the Sound of Sleat drain back and forth every 6 hours with the turning of the tide. The spring tide can flow at around 10 Knots and according to Gordon the waves can be "as big as houses". Fortunately (for us) we were close to neap tide which runs at about half that rate. We spent the day improving turning strokes, catching eddies, we saw the rule of thirds in action and did a bit of surfing on some standing waves as the tide turned.

Scenery wise, Thursday was the best day of the week and undoubtedly a dream come true. I had long wanted to paddle up Loch Scavaig and into the back of the Cuillin mountains. The day dawned and there was not a cloud in the sky. We were joined by two guys from Tasmania and set off from Elgol for a day that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Lunch was spent on the beach at the head of Loch Scavaig where I went for a swim. After lunch we took the short walk up to Loch Coruisk which lies at the heart of the Cuillin. The pictures tell more than I can ever describe...

Our last day with Gordon was again spent at Kyle Rhea. Getting closer to spring tide now the flow was greater and the waves bigger. We practiced rolls : with splits taken apart, with only one half of the paddle - always variation on a theme to reinforce the learning. A salmon trawler came through the straights and the waves really kicked up. We played on the tide race and had some great fun. I lost it at one point, capsized and knowing the rest of the party were at least 200m away - rolled first time, just when I needed it!

...and so a week of paddling was over. Probably one of the best holidays I've ever taken. The icing on the cake was that Gordon awarded a 3* (sea) to several of us, which was never the intention for me doing the course in the first place. Would I do the course again ? try and stop me! I learned loads and it reinforced a lot of what I had already learnt from pool sessions with Birmingham Canoe Club and sea trips with NWSK. Above all it's given me confidence in planning and executing my own sea trips and I hope that I'll be able to spend some time and move up another level with Skyak Adventures again next year.

With the paddling finished I headed for the Cuillin on Saturday. I had my sights on a solo of the inaccessible pinnacle. The weather played ball this time and I hiked my way into Coire Lagan with the history of Scottish Mountaineering surrounding me.

A false start scrambling on An Stac had self doubt raising in my mind but when I backed off and found a better alternative route things went fine. I reached the summit of the In-Pin just as a guide was setting up to lower off his two clients. Yes, I had feeling of smug satisfaction that I'd soled the route that they had just paid good money to be lead up and I must have been grinning from ear to ear. I gave my camera to the guide and he took a few snaps as I abseiled off. Lunch together and then I set off along the ridge eventually to finish on the summit of Sgur Alasdair, the highest peak on Skye and a fitting end to a brilliant week.

Crossing Morecambe Bay #2 (heading South)

2008-08-05T21:58:00.001+01:00

Following the success of the journey north, our return to The Fylde Coast from Piel Island was to be a little more of a challenge. Our target this time was to be Fleetwood. Strong coffee and tea were consumed to boost our resolve. The prospect at carrying our boats to the low water was almost enough to keep us in bed! But by 9-00am were were paddling out of the Piel Channel against the incoming tide and out into Morecambe Bay.

By the time were making our way out past the outer channel marks at South East Walney we were struggling to make any headway at all and the gloomy skies did little to lift our spirits.

As we turned to make for Fleetwood we aimed our bows due south using Blackpool Tower as a visual reference and all seemed well for a while. After about an hour it was becoming clear that it was going to take much more time and effort to reach Fleetwood than we anticipated, despite the shorter distance.

We were being swept east faster than we had thought likely. The westerly breeze wasn't helping matters and conditions in some of the overfalls were both challenging and exhilarating (sorry no photos). We were unintentionally approaching the hungry jaws of the Lune Estuary when we found renewed resolve during a mars bar break, just as the tide began to loosen its grip on us.

After over four and a half hours on the waters of Morecambe Bay Peter and I arrived exhausted but relieved on Fleetwood Beach. Although some small children helped us to carry our boats ashore we still didn't have the strength for a pint at the conveniently situated 'Wyre Lounge Bar'.

Crossing Morecambe Bay #1 (heading North)

2008-08-02T21:33:00.009+01:00

With the aim of reching Piel Island near Barrow in Furness, Peter and I set off from Rossall near Cleveleys on the north Fylde Coast this Morning. The crossing involves making a 20 km ferryglide accross the powerful flood tides of Morecambe Bay.

The water was choppy right from the start and even leaving the beach presented its difficulties.Conditions remained choppy for most of the crossing and we encountered some more challenging overfalls before we had reached the half way point. The second half of the crossing was in some ways easier but with a littltiedness setting in I was finding it difficult to maintain a good pace and my cockpit plenty of water.Eventually after 3 hours and 25 minutes Peter and I arrived on the eastern shore of Piel Island and I discovered why my boat had been so sluggish. I had not fully sealed the rear hatch cover and most of my posessions were floating around gently in plenty of Irish Sea water!

Kate and St Kilda

2008-07-27T11:01:00.006+01:00

Having taken the place of first lady in the Coquet Island Race, Kate Duffus is now spending the summer working as an instructor in the Outer Hebredies. Kate kindly sent some photos from a reconaisance trip to St Kilda by RIB.

"It was amazing. A wonderful atmospheric place to explore and an exhilarating boat ride to get there. This trip was without kayaks, just exploring on foot when we got there, but I'm hoping to get out again soon with kayaks to go exploring the magnificent cliffs and arches by paddle power.

The boat trip takes between one and a half and two hours from Griminish Harbour on North Uist to Village Bay on St Kilda. Around the islands we saw loads of puffins and thousands of gannets, hardly surprising as St Kilda is the worlds biggest gannetry. On the way back we saw dolphins."

Fish Chips and Mushy Peasoup

2008-07-27T08:51:00.002+01:00

In search of adventure, I met with Dave and Jules at the Yorkshire seaside town of Filey to paddle along the coast to Scarborough. I had never ventured along this stretch of coastline before and having now made a successful return journey, I feel very much none the wiser.

Shortly after leaving the beach in pleasant morning sunshine we ventured around the Filey Brigg, which is the headland and reef the forms the northern end of Filey bay. Within minutes we found ourselves in choppy conditions with dense fog locally known as 'sea fret' descending dramatically allowing us to see less than 50 metres at times. The sea conditions soon relented but it was difficult to see the shore. Pinpointing our position was tricky making map and compass essential and GPS quite reassuring.

Our 16km trip was plagued by the fret for all but the last 2 km of the approach to Scarborough where we were landed in brilliant sunshine amongst crowds of holidaymakers indulging in the great British seaside tradition of sandcastles, deckchairs and knotted hanky head wear. We opted for another great British seaside institution - Fish and Chips! It was hoped that adding mushy peas to the equation we might please the gods in the hope that they would leave our return journey clear.

It is now clear that we got that one quite wrong! Within minutes of leaving Scarborough we were paddling in fog thicker than before, making route finding amongst the reefs beneath Grissthorpe Cliff quite tricky.

Eventually we found Filey Brigg and the only challenge between us and a safe return. The north going tidal stream combined with some gentle swell to give us a roller coaster ride into Filey Bay where the mist promptly cleared allowing us to find our cars and, more importantly a tea shop.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Dave and Jules for their company on this foggy trip. No doubt I will return very soon to see what this stretch of coastline actually looks like.

Norway Summer 07 Blog - Better Late than never

2008-07-04T18:17:00.004+01:00

Last summer Sue and I took a trip to Norway for some Walking/mountain biking and or course Paddling. Taking the over night ferry from Newcastle to Burgen found us in a rather wet Norway (wettest for 30 years).
The first couple of days we took in the sights and smells of Burgen doing the touristy stuff.
With that over and done with we headed north a couple of hours and found our camp in the small village of Flam (pronounced Flom) on the shores of Aurlandsfjorden, one of the many branches of the worlds second largest fjord – Sognefjorden, 204 kilometre long from sea to glacier.
By night nothing more than a small sleepy village and camp site. By day usually two very large cruise ships would turn up and deposit large numbers of Dutch/English/Italian/German tourists off for tourist shop spending.

The first few days gave way to walking and mountain biking, and trust me it's all very hilly.
Eventually, the boats were dusted down and spray decks set tight as we ventured into Norway’s narrowest Fjord, Naeroyfjorden. Thousand metre cliffs depositing free-falling melt water from the glaciers set a rather dramatic back drop. The water was crystal clear and a little cold for any un-planned swims, so a steady course was set for the route ahead. On leaving the harbour, Sue was swamped (most of it swallowed) by a small Tsunami created by the approaching passenger ferry full of more tourists heading to the tourist shop.

The approaching Cruise ship though was giving me a little
more for concern as even from a distance it looked a little large. As it happened a rather large ship
produced little, if any wake. That is until an armada of launches full of gold clad Italians headed
ashore like an invading Roman army. That boat looked big at a distance, but almost too big to fit 'in' theFjord close up, how it turned around to leave must come with practice. Anyway, no swimming was required in what was one of the most dramatic places I have yet paddled.

More biking and walking was enjoyed before it was time to move North again, this time to Balustrand, same Fjord, different side.
We had swapped our 'luxury' tent for a 'luxury' tin hut the Norwegians call a cabin made of crinkly tin.This was in quite a nice spot over looking Fjaerlandsfjorden surrounded by 2000m peaks. In between more rain and more rain, the sun occasionally came out to produce rainbows every where. Our next paddle trip was to paddle from Esefjorden out to Sognefjorden to Balustrand.

With the rain clearing we set off up a rather tranquil stretch of mirror like water clear enough to see 10m+ to the bottom. With massive water falls everywhere thundering out of the mountains just added to the mystical feel to a beautiful country, despite the rain. Due to this being a holiday and not just a paddling trip, our time on the water was limited. So maybe next time ?

On our return ferry journey we met a fellow paddler, James Baxter who had just spent 10 weeks in Norway and 10 days soloing around the Lofoton Islands - lucky bugger! James has climbed and written a book http://www.scandinavianmountains.com/books/index.htm on all of Norway’s 2000m peaks. His next planned trip come the winter is to ski tour from Oslo up to Nordkapp arriving late spring. Then solo paddle down the Norwegian crinkly coast back to Oslo. Now that's what I call a trip. If you ever get the chance to go to Norway, take it with both hands. For those of you into winter sports, such as skiing, ski-touring and ice climbing this is also the place to go, trust me.

North West Scotland 08

2008-07-02T18:28:00.006+01:00

During the early part of June, Sue and I grabbed a pre-midge week’s trip to very North West tip of Scotland.
The objective was to paddle down Loch Veyatie and climb Suilvan, one of Scotland remotest mountains.Situated 30 miles north of Ullapool it was quite a trip north from Worcestershire. We tried this two years ago but high winds curtailed that trip.

Paddling down Veyatie

This time the weather forecast looked promising.Veyatie is about 8 miles in length and land locked. Starting from Elphin Fishery (dropped the boat off and then parked back at the church) the weather was better than expected. With a light breeze to our backs we soon arrived down the loch and into Uidh Fhearna, the river that feeds Fionn Loch, but no rain for five weeks had put water levels exceptionally low.
Half an hour of dragging the boat through the shallows saw us at the camp on the shores of Fionn Loch with Suilvan looking majestic in the evening glow.

Next morning a two hour hike up the ramparts soon had us on top of Suilvan giving us a view hard to beat. To the North, Cape Wrath and Ben Hope. To the West we could see the Summer Isles and beyond the Outer Hebrides. To the South Cul Mor, Cul Beag, Stac Polly and above blue sky and sunshine – it had only taken 20 years of dreaming to make it

Suilvan Camp

View from Suilvan across Inverpolly

Later back at the tent and a weather front approaching we decided to head back up Veyatie. An hour dragging the boat through the shallows, then faced with NOW a substantial wind blowing directly down the lock against us and a froth of white horses as far as you could see - bugger !Four hours later rather cold and wet a quick strip and dry clothes put us back in a more comfortable mood. But now due to some unconsiderate people, the fishery gate will be locked in future to stop cars using the access road, so a half mile portage with boat and gear just about finished us off. A quick dash back to Ullapool for fish & chips and a cosy B&B.

Finish back at Elphin Fishery (followed by a half mile portage – up hill). Unfortunately there were no pictures taken during the return paddle due to excess amounts of water on top of the boat……..
Next day saw a leisurely start to provide time for a full English breakfast, shopping and a slow drive north to Scourie camp site. This is a great camp site with views out to Handa. Once the muscles had eased a little, a trip into Loch Laxford was on the cards. This is a sheltered sea loch full of nooks and crannies. It was very scenic but lacked a little in wildlife on the day we paddled.
The last day (Friday) and Sue had decided to up her open water experience. So 'today we would be mostly paddling to Handa'. Handa is a bird sanctuary and resides in the Scottish guide book as 'recommended to be done in settled weather'.We had settled weather, so we had to go………

Launching from Scourie bay and across Handa Sound gave us very calm paddling and views across to The Outer Hebrides and the Point of Stoer - fantastic!!!! Taking the clockwise way round the skerries at the southern end provided some entertainment to us and the colony of very large grey seals soaking up the sun. Once on the west shore all became calm and a hive of activity and an abundant of bird life came into full view. 300ft high cliffs provides homes for Puffins, Guillemots, Artic Terns, Razorbills, Skua's, Great Skua's (bloody hell - there big), Cormorants, shags - all flying, fishing, diving, squawking, pooing.

There are sea stacks and arches to explore although with the birds nesting with young we kept our distance. Time passed as we just floated in amongst the melee and eventually the tide had taken us to the North end and back into Handa Sound. There are only 3 places to stop, and what a place to stop. White sand beach, aquamarine blue waters and a female Artic Tern fishing not 20 yards from us - idyllic.

We opted for a longer stay on the beach and missed the option of paddling to Tarbet for an icecream and eventually and reluctantly headed back to Scourie Bay.

Scotland is hard to beat when you have good weather, and we had very good weather.Until next time…….

Coquet Island Race weekend

2008-06-29T19:59:00.011+01:00

The end of long haul to Northumberland on Friday night was celebrated in traditional fashion with a lengthy, well lubricated chat in Dave's new (large) tent. Before long, plans for paddling along the coast for one group and out to the Farne Islands for another were being mashed, brewed and distilled.

On Saturday morning, Ron organised a trip along the coast near to Dunstanborough Castle and Kev dragged 4 intrepid souls including me to make a dash out to the Farnes. We were rewarded with a stunning wildlife experience providing ornithogenic sensory overload for sight, hearing and smell.

Photographic opportunities were maximised as we circumnavigated the Longstone and the ever inquisitive seals came out to play. We made a brief lunch stop by the lighthouse before heading back towards the Inner Farne.

The £5.60 fee that the National Trust charge for looking round the island is worth it but it seems more like a zoo than a nature reserve. Despite the close proximity to all of the seabirds there was an amazing display of photographic equipment on show some of which resembled anti tank weaponry. Our final treat at the Inner Farne was a chance encounter with the lesser spotted Derek Hutchinson.

Sunday dawned with Kevin making the first of his race preparations. NWSK provided over a quarter of the field for the 5.5mile 'Round the Island' sea kayak race. The results were impressive with Kevin in the lead for much of the course but was beaten into second place by previous race winner George Oliver. The ladies of team NWSK took 1st (Kate), 2nd Gill) and 3rd (Jean) place. A rather impressive effort all round.

Ron laid on a short apres race paddle from Blyth to St Mary's Island in the afternoon for those who had the energy and the appetite for a combination of sunshine and squally showers. Thanks to Ron for organising the camping and endless local information.

There are some more photos from the weekend in the NWSK Gallery.

Windy, wavy Walney

2008-06-22T19:50:00.005+01:00

Plans for an overnight camp and a paddle round Walney were all but abandoned due to the onset of some pretty foul weather. Nevertheless Mark insisted on not staying at home and completing another circumnavigation just the same.

We started from the west shore at 'Cross Dike Scar' and paddled round the south east point amongst plenty of chop and swell generated by the strengthening force 4 southeasterly wind.

We landed briefly on Peil Island to make sort out misplaced footrests and jammed skegs. Mark and I found time for a swift half at the Ship Inn too!

The flooding tide and freshening force 5 (gusts of 6/7) wind rushed us up the Walney Channel. It seemed that all we had to do is steer and surf all the way to the shelter of North End Haws where we took a short sandwich and chocolate break.

Progress along the west shore was fine at first in the lee shelter and with some assistance from the ebb tide. As time went on, and as the coastline turned more southeasterly our progress slowed. The last 2km took nearly half an hour!

In the interests of keeping with tradition the post circumnavigation briefing was adjourned to the nearest pub. The Queens Arms at Biggar was perfect!

Scotland or Bust

2008-06-01T20:25:00.020+01:00

...well I'll have to admit defeat on this one. With the winds forecast to be east or northeast force 4-6 for most of the week, our chances of making it from Flamborough Head to the Scottish border in one piece weren't good. Tide tables were consulted and following some head scratching we made a last minute decision to start the week with some paddling on the southwest Lake District coast.

We started at Arnside following the shallows of the Kent Channel into Morecambe Bay where we met the rising waters of the incoming tide. Once we had waited out the initial rush we turned west and made an 18km crossing from Kent Bank to Piel Island.

We made camp for a couple of days to weather out the strongest of the strong easterlies.

Ravenglass was our next destination and having endured all of the fresh air one could wish for on Piel, the serenity and shelter of Ravenglass was well appreciated. High tides were in the evening and early morning so we took the opportunity of paddling up one of the estuaries to find a quiet spot to camp for the night.

As the winds dropped we took a paddle from Whitehaven to look at the cliffs at St Bees Head before heading over to the east coast via Ullswater.

Our first paddle on the east coast was a trip down the tidal section of the River Tyne following the ebbing tide through the city of Newcastle beneath the historic bridges old and new.

As the swell on the North Sea was dying away we decided to brave the Northumbria Coast with our final day of paddling. We paddled from the beach just behind the post office at Beadnell to Warkworth Beach just over a mile to the north of Amble. A strong northerly wind kept our hands firmly on the loom for most of the journey and especially through an exciting surf landing at the end of the day.

I'd like to take this opportunity to express my thanks to .............

Glen and .............

Andy ............. for their company on the trip. Its a shame we couldn't finish the objective, but that's difficult if the weather conditions won't even let you begin.

There are more photos of the trip to be seen here.

Firth of Forth (+ Knoydart), May 2 - 9

2008-05-12T19:45:00.005+01:00

Many thanks again to Helen for organising the Firth of Forth event. Most of us travelled up on Friday evening, but our leader arrived in her own inimitable style on Saturday morning. Weather was forecast to be dry, but wind a 4 from the south east. We therefore almost repeated the trip of two year's ago out to Bass Rock, and marvelled at the snowstorm of gannets as we approached.

Not much to be seen of seals this year though the gannets seemed more numerous and closer.
A view of a herring gull eating a guillemot's egg while layer looked on was a reminder that it's not all sweetness and light.

On then in a gentle swell to Fidra, and many more nesting birds. As the sky brightened we returned to North Berwick.

Sunday began with drizzle and light rain, so it was not an early start. We paddled out of Aberdour to Inchcolm for phase one of lunch. This kept us out of the way of the gas tanker, but the custodian restricted us to the intertidal zone unless we paid the admission charge to the island (he was very nice about it). So we contented ourselves with a view of the outside of the abbey before heading across the estuary to Cramond Island for phase two of lunch.

Monday brought a big change in the weather - still a gentle south easterly, but now accompanied by blue skies and mirror sea. Most people wanted a short day before heading home, so we paddled fom Skateraw Harbour (which was merely a sandy bay) beside Torness power station up to Dunbar and back past Barnes Ness lighthouse. Dunbar was quite a surprise - a harbour approach between two big stacks of basalt populated with noisy kittiwakes. More than one of us compared the entrance to something out of Lord of the Rings.

With the others' departures back to England and work, Royanne and I enjoyed a rare settled period of weather at Loch Hourn and Knoydart. A gentle paddle with following breeze past Ladhar Beinn to a camp on the shores of the Sound of Sleat gave us an excellent view of sunset over the Cuillin just as an otter swam past, a porpoise leapt and a seal came curiously to study the campfire.

On the following day we climbed one of the hills near the end of the Rough Bounds (Bein na Caillich), and rescued a common lizard that chose to escape us by diving head first into a water filled cavity under a tussock.

Packing the boots away, we continued back up the Loch in bright late afternoon sunshine.

Camp that night was just as good - a kilometre or so up Loch Hourn from Corran and Armisdale. Though here we had less welcome visitors in the shape of midges and ticks.

We're looking forward to the Mull of Galloway trip in a couple of weeks - but I'd be surprised if the weather repeats itself for then.

Bill

St Bees to the Isle of Man

2008-05-10T10:00:00.007+01:00

Months of training (a quick paddle along the Bridgewater canal) and exhaustive preparation (an email to the ferry company) resulted in a successful crossing from St Bees to the Isle of Man in Jim's double kayak:Kirstine kindly drove Jim and me to the campsite at St. Bees on Friday evening. We packed some of our gear into the boat before getting a few hours of sleep. The tents and the rest of the gear were packed at 2:30am on Saturday morning, in preparation to catch the high tide.

We paddled away three minutes behind schedule, leaving the slipway at St. Bees at 3:33am:

[Photo: JimK]

It started to get light about an hour after we set off and the sun was well up by half past five:
The Liverpool Coastguard were very helpful and supportive via the VHF. There wasn't much going on - we only saw a few other craft on the water. We did get an offer of a bacon barm from the helmsman of the Night Cat though:

[Photo: JimK]

Visibility was quite poor - we could only see about a mile through the mist. We were almost at Maughold Head before the white buildings of the lighthouse became vaguely perceptible.

We landed on the Isle of Man about 6hrs 15mins after leaving St. Bees. By 10:00 we had phoned home to let our other halves know that we were safe:

Ravenglass Seaquest

2008-04-27T13:30:00.007+01:00

On Saturday 12th April, 67 canoes and kayaks with 84 people from all over the north took part in the 2nd Ravenglass Seaquest, organised by Annette Morris from Gosforth and Phil Cheek from Macclesfield. This was an orienteering event in which competitors had to visit as many check points as possible in 3 hours in the estuaries of the Irt, Esk and Mite in west Cumbria.

Weather was perfect and views of sunny lake district peaks were magnificent. We have had good feedback from competitors so we'll organise another next spring.

Several people got all the controls! Phil Davies and Julia Tucker (famous Adventure Racers) from Penrith and Keswick, in a lightweight go-faster double, won the event, closely followed by solo kayaker John Willacy from Anglesey. Julia and Phil did Irt, Mite and then Esk where-as John surprisingly did the Irt, Esk and then the Mite!

Alastair Hornsby and Mike Gregson in a double came in 3rd probably assisted by local knowledge - Alastair cleared a slightly shorter course last year on the Sunday. Alastair and Mike were seen running across the mud banks with their kayak on shoulders! From Duddon Canoe Club in south Cumbria Mac Knowles came in 4th place - he was 2nd last year.

And fantastic result again from Sean and 6 year old Lojska in a double - 7th over-all cleared the course but came in 15 minutes late. It was great to see so many youngsters out there. Dave Williams and family won the Canoe family category and Copeland Canoe Club won the junior team and the team category.

Now to the other Canoe categories - two teams (Mark Ollis & Ben Allen and Shane Rogers & Vicky Stabler) were seen with sails up going like speed boats from the Irt in to the Mite.

Fastest solo lady was Jane Hornsby from West Cumbria Canoe Club who also came in the closest to 3 hours - seconds away.

Captain Leon Gauldwater, the Chairman of St Bees RNLI, presented the prizes at the Holly House Hotel after the event. The event raised £250 for the St Bees Lifeboat, in addition to the £600 already donated from previous Seaquests and Trailquests.

On Sunday several paddlers enjoyed a circuit of the very scenic Wastwater below the snow covered Sca Fell Pike.

From England past the border to Scotland

2008-04-25T17:54:00.010+01:00

Having had plenty of paddling excitement over the last few days Richard left us today leaving just Ron and I to get on with things. Forcasts had looked a little suspect but the best of the weather would be in the morning. Ron and I set off early to paddle from Berwick upon Tweed along the coast to Eyemouth beyond the Scottish border.

Shortly after leaving Berwick the coastline becomes steep and lined with beautiful red sandstone cliffs.

As we paddled further the cliffs became taller and more dramatic with deep caves.

Another characteristic of this section of coastline is the extensive wave cut platforms which are a delight for rock hopping. The local wildlife looked on with interest.

Upon completion of our voyage from England to Scotland we awarded ourselves a 'fish and chips' supper from a shop within 50 yards of where we landed.

This is the final report from the Northumbrian coast for now. Ron has to go back to work and I'm happy to return home a day early. This trip has been wonderful and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Ron and Richard for their company through the week. Thanks are also due to Ollie Jay from Active4Seasons for his company on the Tweed Estuary and for his invaluable local knowledge.

Boulmer to Beadnell

2008-04-24T17:35:00.011+01:00

Boulmer Haven is a lovely place to start a trip. It is a natural shallow harbour and there are traditional 'Cobles' still used for Salmon fishing and working lobster pots.

Ron took a swim just outside Sugar Sands so we had to hurriedly make our way to Craster Harbour to celebrate with Crab Soup and Alnwick Rum.

After passing Dunstanborough Castle we felt we in need of further celebration at 'The Ship Inn' at Low Newton.

Before long we had crossed Beadnell Bay and found a neat little place to land beside the Post Office and within 200 yards from where we were staying.

Misty Inner Farne

2008-04-23T22:41:00.008+01:00

This morning Richard took a day of rest and Ron and I made the trip to Inner Farne from Seahouses. We initially intended to use the harbour slipway but upon enquiring with the harbourmaster found the combined cost of £14 for launching 2 kayaks and parking one car quite prohibitive. There was poor visibility and such swell that the harbourmaster had declared the harbour closed. We launched for free through some exciting surf at St. Aidans Dunes less than 1 km up the coast.

The crossing into the 'Inner Sound' or 'Wide Open Gut', took less than an hour via the Shoreston buoy. Our landing upon the slabs on the island was easier than I expected leaving us free explore the island having paid the entrance fees to the National Trust Warden.

We were a little too early to see terns but there were plenty of puffins, Shags and Kittiwakes willing to pose for photographs.

Recently, there has been a great deal of money and ingenuity poured into a project aimed at increasing the amount of Roseate Terns nesting on Inner Farne. Ledges with nesting shelters have been provided but there had been few takers. The latest idea was to feed the birds with Marijuana. Some success has been reported due to no tern being left unstoned.

Our return from Tern Island was uneventful and the pounding surf at St Aidans left us to land intact.

The Holy Island of Lindisfarne

2008-04-22T22:25:00.007+01:00

Kayaker John Rae is a stalwart of these waters and has a terrific website that gives some excellent information on how best to plan trips in his local Northumbrian Coast. Tides didn’t coincide with our schedule so in true Kanute fashion we decided to make up our own ‘best way to do it!’

We decided to start from the West end of the causeway and paddle anticlockwise heading down the narrow channel towards the harbour. We got a clue within 60 yards when we began to run out of water in the channel.

A combination of paddling, walking and knuckling our kayaks along the channel made for slow progress. We overdosed on the wildlife that this area is famous for. Eider, pintail, oystercatcher, dunlin, shelduck and seals all observed our struggle.

When we arrived at the harbour we had a well earned break and a short walk around the castle.

The exposed east and north sides of Holy Island. Had plenty of swell and breaking surf so we tried to sneak the surf infested north west corner and as a result ran aground at a place that resembled the North Pole.

As the remainder of the tide came in we re-floated and made our way to where we had begun our circumnavigation.

The Tweed Estuary

2008-04-21T10:13:00.006+01:00

On day two of our Northumberland week Rob, Richard, Andy and I were joined by Local guide Ollie Jay. Ollie runs his own canoe and kayak guiding and coaching business called Active4seasons close to Berwick upon Tweed and he is a wonderful scource of local information.

The easterly winds had abated a little but the sea was still quite rough so we opted for the shelter of the Tweed estuary. The route took us from the mouth of the river upstream with the flood tide, beneath the famous bridges and up into some wonderful rolling countryside.

We arrived in the grouds of Paxton house which is in Scotland where we stopped for lunch and Andy produced his volcanic Kelly Kettle for a brew.

After lunch we continued to just beyond the tidal limit at Union Bridge then turned back towards Berwick to take advantage of the newly ebbing tide.

Before finishing Ollie and I engageded in some surfing fun on the sand spit by the car park before retiring to the pub for a well earned pint. I'll take this opportunity to thank Ollie Jay for his good company and endless gems of local info.

Surfing at Beadnell

2008-04-21T08:52:00.003+01:00

The first day of the Northumberland Week greeted us with brilliant sunshine and a stiff easterly breeze. The swell breaking spectacularly on the headlands in the Seahouses area made the possibility of a trip along the coast poor. So we opted for some surfing in the relative shelter of Beadnell Bay.

Beadnell Harbour is the only west facing harbour on the east coast. The swell refracts round into the bay giving a choice of different surf zones to play.
I was joined by Rob, Andy and Richard. Some swims, plenty of rolling and other various comedy moments made for an excellent session that was finished off with some rescue practice in the harbour entrance.

Windermere Birthday Bash

2008-04-14T10:00:00.003+01:00

Phil and I managed to miss the NWSK pre-season meet as (luckily!) it looked like we would both be ice climbing in Norway at the time. With open plans for some extended paddling trips this Summer, Phil decided that we should do a "dry" run with laden kayaks and made plans for a paddle on Windermere over the weekend of 5th-6th April; which happened to coincide with my birthday.

Our own mini-preseason meet was to start at Fell Foot National Trust car park at the South end of Windermere, paddle the length of the lake on Saturday, self contained to camp at Low Wray campsite at the North end of the Lake and then do the return paddle on the following day. The round trip turned out to be 33.7km. A "dry" run was definately the order for the day as it was far too cold to contemplate a swim.

After a hearty fry up at Wilf's cafe in Stavely myself and Phil together with Rod from B'ham CC drove over to Fell Foot and spent some time ferrying all the kayaks and gear down to the launch point about 200m from the car park.

The wind was blowing a right hoolie from the North with a reasonable chop on the lake and "white horses" visible everywhere. It was obvious that it was going to be hard work paddling into the headwind.

An open canoe and playboat crawled past us, both the headwind and Windermere’s outflow against them and they hardly seemed to be making any progress at all. There was some discussion between the 3 of us as to modify plans for the day and paddle elsewhere. As we were already packed and ready to go I persuaded Phil and Rod to give it a go, we could always turn back if the headwind was too strong.

Paddling past the sailing club we met Simon Everett who had been out for 20 minutes in a double with his son. They'd bailed out as his son was on the verge of hypothermia! Four seasons in one day, we had sunshine, snow, hail, rain and it just added to the atmosphere for the day and actually made for a more interesting paddle.

We pulled in at Windermere Canoe & Kayak for a lunch stop and staff member Joe put the kettle on and made us a brew. There are some really exclusive waterfront properties along this stretch of the lake and we had a nosey time admiring the elegance of some of the boathouses.

Paddling past Belle Isle we headed up for Low Wray in pleasant conditions with the sun beating down. However the last two Kilometres were really hard work as the wind howled in our faces once more and the chop picked up. It took us 6 hours in total with 4 hours of actual paddling to make the campsite.

Sunday was my birthday; the numbers seem to be clocking up now, even though the heart and mind feel still feel 20 years younger... We set up camp and I cooked soup and masses of pasta. A couple of bottles of wine later Phil produced a card and birthday cake. Which was a lovely gesture, even though it was missing 40 candles. The balloons got forgotten about in the bottom of a drysack but as the snow came down around us I cut the cake into thirds and shared it around.

The snow came down quite heavy for a while, but turned to rain and then froze to ice pellets on the tent. In the luxurious comfort of a 4 season down bag I slept nice and toasty. Later in the night it turned crisp and clear and the stars looked wonderful.

Phil and Rod seemed eager to rise. 7am on a Sunday birthday morning... Hmmm... I refused to get out of my pit and managed to cook a lazy breakfast while still in my sleeping bag. It was some hours before we were packed away and back on the water overlooking the Fairfield hills sprinkled with snow. As usual, I was last in my boat.

It seemed an eternity to get any kind of rhythm and as the ferry travelled down the lake I wondered about an alternative option back home. Eventually muscles slackened up and the paddling became easier, we now had the benefit of the wind on our backs and good progress was made.

We made a long stop in the woods near Storrs Temple for lunch, pulling in just as a heavy snow shower hit; the welcome shelter of the trees being timed to perfection. Eventually as the sun came out we caught waves and surfed our way down the lake pulling out from the lake at the sailing club and with the wind on our backs we had made the return leg 01:25 quicker than the previous day.

Easter Trip - Isle of Man

2008-03-26T17:42:00.000Z

This being the earliest Easter for many years I should have not been surprised at the weather we encountered on this kayaking trip to the Isle of Man. Having booked the high speed ferry from Liverpool the Isle of Man Steam Packet Co. contacted me a further two times to inform me of changes to the crossing due to forecast winds of up to force 10 in the Irish Sea. Peter, Glen, Chris and I eventually left on the overnight boat from Birkenhead and after a gut churning crossing we disembarked and took breakfast at 'The Caff' in Douglas.

The wind had not abated so we started our tourist trail with a look at Calf Sound. With huge waves breaking onto the jagged shoreline there was clearly no paddling to be done here today. It was unlikely we could have taken our kayaks from the roof racks without causing injury to ourselves or damage to the boats or cars.

The chilly arctic blast blew us to what would become our base for the trip. 'Ballabrooie' is home to the Tastagh family and the base for Keirron's 'Adventurous Experiences' kayaking, climbing and coasteering business. As ever we were given a warm welcome washed down with plenty of tea.

Eager to make the most of the day and to stave off inactivity we headed inland to view the Island from its highest peak. Snaefell stands 621 metres and offers splendid views over much of the Isle of Man, and beyond to Northern Ireland, Scotland, England and Wales.

In search of more maritime entertainment we returned to the coast at Peel where we stumbled upon a bunch of surfers and kayakers relishing the arctic conditions.

Saturday brought a little in the way of change in the relentless north or northwesterly winds. With a decrease to force 5-7 we decided to have a go at some of the east coast. Following an aborted attempt to paddle south from Port Mooar we decided more shelter would be better found further south at Port Grenaugh. Peter and I paddled northeast to Port Soderick and beyond to Little Ness. The Rockhopping and squally down draughts from the tall cliffs kept us entertained for the remainder of the afternoon.

Easter Sunday Peter and I felt that the wind had abated enough for us to make our way around the low lying Langness Peninsula, across Castletown Bay and into Port St Mary. After an easy start with plenty of enjoyable rockhopping and some fun in the overfalls the finish was to become one of the coldest and most testing paddles I have done for some considerable time. Whilst crossing Bay ny Carrickey we were tenderised by squally force 6+ winds with sleet and hail. Relief at arriving in the comparative shelter of Port St Mary was marred by the painful procedure of removing my frozen fingers from my paddle.

Monday brought the four of us together to repeat the paddle from Port Grenaugh to Little Ness and back and indulge further rockhopping adventures. The wind strength and direction had not changed giving us precious little option and as the afternoon wore on gusty down draughts became an increasing feature in the day's entertainment.

Keirron had been kind enough to spare us an arctic survival course and rather than leaving us to camp in the field he allowed us to stay in what will be his new lecture room. This gave us the opportunity to get warm and dry, enjoy a reasonably comfortable existence and enjoy the results of Peter's culinary expertize.

Before leaving for the ferry on Tuesday morning we chipped in with some Polish style 'flying labour' to help out with the completion of the lecture room.

There are more pictures from the NWSK Easter trip to the Isle of Man here.

Pre Season Meet - Anglesey in the wind

2008-03-11T19:28:00.002Z

A Great way to begin plotting and scheming trips for the coming spring and summer months is to have a bit of a get together with your mates. The best venue to be found so far is the 'Anglesey Outdoors' centre. There are plenty of varying paddling areas suitable for different paddling abilities allowing for most weather conditions. There is also a homely bar called 'The Paddlers Return'.

The Paddlers Return Bar makes for a suitable rendez-vous for meeting up on the Friday evening. Following a hearty breakfast in the centre we split into 3 groups. One group went to the Menai Straits with Helen, whilst I paddled with another group starting from Moelfre on the east coast hoping for shelter from the force 7-8 winds. The remaining paddlers remained land bound with walking boots as their weapons of choice for the day.
I was indulging in some rockhopping on the return from Red Wharf Bay to Moelfre when I edged that bit too far on a sharp turn. My surprise at losing balance on flat water led to woefully inadequate attempts at high brace and roll. Whilst I was gasping for air and rapidly losing dignity my paddling pals were gathering with laughter and cameras.

The evening entertainment was splendid as ever! Snowie created a hearty 3 course meal for us, which was followed by an excellent slide show provided by Kev. Kirstine is to hold the 'Polish Association of Reluctant Paddlers - Award for Aquatic Excellence' for a lengthy swim near to Ardnamurchan last summer.

Before leaving Anglesey on Sunday some of us headed off to Bull Bay whilst others took the easier option of engaging some terrific surfing conditions a Trearddur Bay.
Thanks to all who attended for making this such a fun and successful meet. Here's hoping for a summer full of fun and adventure for NWSK and like minded paddlers everywhere.

Keep your bum in the boat

2008-03-03T07:50:00.006Z

As the NWSK site says, "We are not a training group so all who paddle with us should have basic competency, (i.e. able to keep their bum in the boat!)".......

Thank-you to everyone for making the NWSK start of season meet a fun weekend, with particular thanks to Jim for organising the event and providing such entertainment.

Plas y Brenin - Expedition Symposium

2008-02-26T21:49:00.001Z

I spent the last weekend at the Paddlesports Expedition Symposium at Plas y Brenin. The weekend was a series of practical workshops and seminars covering the many aspects of planning an expedition that might escape the attention of event the more experienced canoeists and kayakers.
My first session was all about staying healthy on expeditions. Water purification, jabs, malaria avoidance and how to do what bears do in the woods were all covered in fine style by Loel Collins.
There were slide shows and talks and further workshops on expedition photography, first aid and even dealing with fatalities too. At an open 'experts corner' session in the bar I managed to corner Ollie Sanders and pick his brains on the subject of logistics as I am planning a return to Greenland in the next couple of years.
Day two was largely spent on the bushcraft sessions which covered the safe use of a knife and basic woodcraft skills. We put some of these skills into practice splitting and carving hazel staves into apparatus suitable for grilling fish.
Following a splendid demonstration we followed suit and gutted the fish and grilled them over a fire whist cooking small buns in a dutch oven.
The loaves and fishes proved too much and so the left overs were fed to the 5000 (or so) hungry paddlers nearby.
There are some more photos from the weekend here.

Cumbrian Estuaries 26/27 Jan 2008

2008-02-07T21:26:00.000Z

Forecast for gale force winds, but Jim was convinced the estuaries would be sheltered - and he was proved right (mostly!). But setting off from Ravenglass up the Esk into the teeth of the stiff breeze took a bit of effort.

At a stop on a sandbank to let the tide catch us up, Tweedledum and Tweedledee modelled the latest fashion for paddlers stormbound on an inhospitable shore. (Photo by Liz Jordan)
But the garments proved excellent as spinnakers

Conditions were a little quieter as we paddled further up the river - Muncaster Castle looked quite peaceful
The limit of tidal waters (according to the OS) is this rather rickety bridge over the river. It was well draped with flood debris from earlier in the month.

So to the return journey, and this rather fine road bridge over the Esk, largely constructed of the local Eskdale granite.

Back at Ravenglass in calmer winds (and in time for a pint in the hostelry at the back of the slip). From there we repaired to Kate's place near Kendal for dinner and wine - so many thanks to Kate for her hospitality.
On Sunday, a very late start (because of the tide....). Three members of Duddon Canoe Club joined us at Arnside for an exploration of the lower Kent. The wait for the Arnside bore was in vain, but there was some moving water around the bridge piers, before a leisurely paddle almost to the tidal limit.

Thanks to Jim for organising the weekend.

NWSK Christmas Shopping Trip

2007-12-18T09:08:00.001Z

In true NWSK outdoor & adventure style we engaged in a pre-christmas retail frenzy avoidance weekend. Kev and Gill organized a wonderful cottage near Pwllheli in north Wales. I arrived late and was roundly ticked off by Cap'n Roscoe.

Following a frosty night we scraped the ice from our cars and made our way to Abersoch for a trip to the St Tudwal's Islands. The sky was clear, the air crisp and the sunshine typically golden in its low winter placing. The islands were unusually quiet as during the summer months they are bustling with birdlife.

Following the tour round the islands we made our way across to the surf beach at Porth Ceiriad. Following some tentative surf landings with questionable dignity we tucked into an assortment of seasonal fayre all washed down with with a cupful of warm mulled wine before returning to Abersoch.

Kev and Gill led the assault on Tesco's in Porthmadog and returned with the ingredients for a delightful and hearty evening meal. Having eaten Garlic Bread, Baked Camembert, Beef stew and roasted veg and Apple crumble, only a relatively small amount of alcohol sent us into a lengthy night long slumber.

The next morning we headed off for the north coast of the Lleyn. We started at the small inlet at Porth Ysgaden. There is plenty of rockhopping along this intriguing stretch of coastline.

There was even a small beach with enough surf for some good rides in the winter sunshine. We continued to weave and dodge our way along towards Porth Dinllaen stopping at a small sheltered cove for lunch. All done, we headed back to Porth Ysgaden by a more direct offshore route in order to catch the best of the ebb tide.

What a terrific way to stay far from the madding Christmas crowds - Recommended!

For more photos click here!

The Lancaster Round

2007-11-26T17:50:00.000Z

This is an extraordinary paddling trip which combines sea, river and canal to complete over 26km in a loop in the Lancaster area.

The trip starts and finishes at Glasson Dock estuary of the river Lune opens out to the Irish Sea. Peter, Maurice, Dell and I set off in atrocious wind and rain in search of yet another triumphant NWSK mission of endurance and self punishment. We paddled up the estuary on the last of an unusually high flooding tide making our way into the historic part of old Lancaster.

Leaving Lancaster downstream behind us we paddled over and above Skerton weir, normally a 2 metre drop but well submerged by the high tide.

Kayaks had to be carried up a steep path from the river Lune to the Lancaster Canal some 30 metres above before we could continue the next stage of our journey. The Lancaster Canal runs right through the old industrial heart of Lancaster and we found ourselves paddling amongst huge mill buildings that are at various stages of well deserved re-development. Unfortunately we had no time to stop at any of the fine pubs en route. I feel a return will be appropriate when we have longer daylight hours.

Finally the canal leads out into the beautiful Lancashire countryside and for the most part we were sheltered from the harsh prevailing weather.

Once we arrived at the village of Galgate it was time to turn right onto the Glasson Branch of the Lancaster Canal. It was to prove the most exhausting stretch. We were now paddling northwest right into the prevailing icy wind, and there were 6 locks to portage. Once we arrived after dark back at Glasson Dock we treated aching bodies to hot chocolate beside a nice warm fire in the Victoria Pub........... Perfect!

Flamborough 4th November 2007

2007-11-04T21:33:00.000Z

Many thanks to Jimski for organising the end of season meet, and special thanks to the Saturday night chefs. Following that special meal, marathon paddling on Sunday seemed low on anyone's agenda, and a good number joined Kev for a paddle round Flamborough head. 13 in fact, which led to a lucky rock being pressganged into being number 14.

Set off on a glassy sea:

And with blue sky and no wind:

Conditions became a little more lively as Flamborough Head was approached:

And quite a long swell was met round the corner, with some interesting reflected waves interfering with the swell.

Lunch was taken in the sun at North Landing (toilets closed for the winter). The cove had surprisingly no surf considering the swell just outside the headlands. The return to South Landing was a pleasant paddle with the swell adding just enough interest.

The day was rounded off with some rolling and rescue practice before the drive home.

Blackpool Illuminatioms

2007-10-09T07:31:00.000+01:00

Yes! it has finally come to that. NWSK arrived in force at the Blackpool seafront in search of candy floss, 'Kiss me Quick' hats and amusement arcades. Such was our enthusiasm for the burlesque, we mostly arrived at least half an hour before the pre-determined rendezvous time.

Peter, a would be 'pied piper' arrived predictably on time and ushered us away from the lollipops and rock and led us into the sea so that we could view the tempting pleasures form a 'safe distance'. As we paddled north along the promenade wafts of doughnuts, chips and pies flowed strongly on the gentle south-easterly breeze.

Glen was mezmerised by the whirling lights and almost became caught up in the giant wheel on Central Pier. Phew Glen , that was a close one!

There were a few shouts from sea fishermen on the last leg back to the finish. Its really difficult to see their rods and lines in broad daylight let alone at night.

In the meantime Mark was trying to work out how to get his kayak onto the 'Big One'.

Thanks to all those who attended, it was a very different and special paddle along the Blackpool Seafront. The weather was kind - Peter's guidance was spot on, and we even had a visit to a wonderful Fish and Chip shop at the end.

Piel Island

2007-09-12T19:22:00.000+01:00

Piel Island lies off the cumbrian south-west coast close to Barrow in Furness. We Launched from the public slipway on the island of Roa, which is accessible by means of a road on a causeway.

Paddling around Roa, Piel and the nearby Walney Island is best, and sometimes only possible 2-3 hours either side of high water.

Sadly the Ship Inn closed last year but locals hope to re-open it next year following some vital restoration work.

The southern end Of Walney Island is a nature reserve and is teeming with wildlife. Inquisitive seals followed us around the headland and played in the tidal races as we surfed.

Is it possible to find Jesus at St Bees Head?

2007-09-12T18:07:00.000+01:00

I was once told by a friend that St Bees Head was a good place to give yourself a good talking to. Perhaps in the eyes of some, this could be thought of as finding ones 'self'. One thing is certain ........
........ This is definitely the place to find religion!

Thankfully we had a lovely paddle around the stunning sandstone cliffs without the need for calling the Lord's name in vain.

There was enough swell to make the rockhopping interesting......

....... light winds and plenty of sunshine for a perfect paddling day.

Rum, Eigg & Canna

2007-08-30T09:41:00.000+01:00

Trip to Eigg Rum & Canna

Met up with “Dangerous” Dave and Graeme Arisaig, both who had been paddling around the area for the past two days, with the intention of having a “whale” of a time.

We loaded the boats and set off from the marina, through the skerries at Loch Nan Ceall on a calm sea and no tide and paddled straight across to the Harbour on Eigg - a journey of 8miles open water. On our arrival the first thing we saw was the local postman in a brand new post office van for the 7 kilometres of road (or track) they have there. On the way over we saw hundreds of Manx Shearwaters skimming effortless over the waves.

After a cup of tea in the café we paddled from the pier all the way round the east coast to the Bay of Laig, a beautiful sandy beach with an excellent grassy platform for our tents. There can only be about 20 or so houses on Eigg and the first house we came across from our campsite was the postman with his brand new van outside. The view from the campsite on Eigg over to Rum (or Rhum) was truly inviting so it didn’t take much to get us up early for the trip.

The only problem we had was that the forecast was for a freshening wind, rising to force 7, and with 5 miles of open water we had to get over pretty quickly. We managed it but with half a dozen words passing between us for the whole crossing.

The forecast was for plenty of rain so after landing in Dibidil we quickly emptied the boats and walked 400 yards to an old shooting lodge convenient bothy, crossing a small burn on the way. It did rain and rain and rain so we did what all-good sea kayakers do in the circumstances, we cooked eat drank and slept in the lodge. At about nine o’clock I realised I had left my sleeping bag in the boat so was about to set off (still in the pouring rain) but after looking at the small burn realised we were not going to move that night – the burn had changed into the Zambezi.
Anyway Graeme had a bivvy so I ended up in that.

Next day saw much better weather so we set of along the east coast of Rum amongst some fantastic rock faces with several waterfalls carrying away the previous days rain - Graeme even had a shower under one. It was just before we turned into Loch Scresort and Kinloch that we saw an eagle and what a fantastic sight it was soaring high above the sea.

Kinloch is the main hive of activity on Rum with at least 5 houses there but it is dominated by a castle that was built for £15million, a hundred years ago as a holiday home for George Bullough who inherited all of his dad’s money- some holiday home. Good write up in Scottish sea Kayak trips
Anyway with the sun shining we set off again after lunch with a much lower coastline this time and through some quite thick seaweed. We thought that this was ideal for otters and sure enough there was an otter lying on its back in front of Graeme’s boat just gorging itself on a huge fish.
Around about four in the afternoon we came across a fantastic beach at Samhnan Insir with an old derelict croft right on the shore line and after a quick rolling session we landed, pitched tents and cooked our meal surrounded with a herd of red deer. Its hard to explain what you can actually see in a place like that but if Robinson Crusoe would have been stranded there he would have felt like a pig in s**t, it was that good.

The plan at the beginning of the week was to paddle across to Canna, camp and then circumnavigate the island the following day before catching the ferry back to Mallaig from Canna, so off we shot around to A’Mharagach and headed due west to Canna, a 5 miles crossing in mill pond conditions. Anyway we landed in the only settlement there (eight houses, a school and three churches - one might have been a cemetery) but as “Lord” Brookes had decided that he wanted spend the last night of the trip Kinloch Castle we had a tea and the most glorious sticky cakes you could ask for in the only shop/café on the island that opened to two hours a day and then headed back to Rum. The view from Canna over to Rum is out of this world and with a calm sea made for a brilliant crossing. We ended up in Guirdil Bay, which is a remote inlet with another old hunting lodge, where we intended to spend the night before getting back to Kinloch.

With a hot sun and no wind we were all set to stay but Dave produced his radio (no VHF reception) and got a nasty shock with the weather report – force eight and rain, rain, rain, so we upped sticks and paddled back to Kinloch making a long days paddling in all but opting for safety.
It was just out of Guirdil that we had a magic moment. Every crest of a wave is a porpoise or a dolphin or even something bigger only to flatten to an empty sea but Graeme and I swore blind that one of the crests belonged to a shark and it was. Not only did it stop and turn round and pass between us but went right under my boat a sight I won’t forget in a hurry.

Anyway, we finally got back to Kinloch at about nine o’clock, somewhat worn out and booked in for our decadent night in a castle. Actually it’s a hostel with-in the castle but whose splitting hairs. We slept in a castle.

Forecast was right, the next day it rained and blew a serious winds so being brave hardy seamen we had a full English (Scottish) breakfast in the castle (cooked for us of course) and took in the guided tour of the rest of the castle before catching the ferry back to Malaig.

We didn’t see our whale but we had some great paddles, we saw some stunning scenery, we saw otters, eagles, kittiwakes, manx shearwaters, loads of red deer, porpoises, dolphins, seals AND a shark so all in all a truly fabulous trip and now looking forward to a late summer bash up there somewhere. Thanks to Dave and Graeme, great company, great paddlers and I’m still at a loss to work out how Graeme managed to pack a years supply of food into such a small vessel – another miracle. It was good!

The last pic is of the shark passing under the kayak - didn't have time to set up for the shot!!

Falling Toad - Maurice

Runswick Bay to Staithes

2007-08-27T10:30:00.000+01:00

Jim, Mike and I finished the weekend with a short paddle from Runswick Bay to Staithes, leaving the dog with Kirstine:
By some miracle, we managed to get on the water exactly at our planned time of 7:30am:
The weather was perfect and there were a few small waves to play on. Unfortunately, our plans for a full breakfast in Staithes were scuppered by the fact that very little opens until 10:00am. We managed to get some oranges and bananas from a small butcher's shop.

A little rolling practice to finish showed the dangers of trying a roll on your off-side in a borrowed plastic barge after a two-year break from paddling:
(Mike's first roll, on the right hand side, worked perfectly.)

It was a nice end to the weekend before the Bank Holiday drive home - our thanks go to Kirstine for the dog minding service!

[Photos by Jim.]

East Greenland

2007-08-08T18:29:00.000+01:00

The planning for this trip started almost a year ago. Several of us got together with a Canadian wilderness tour operator and planned a trip with the idea of exploring the Ammassalik area of East Greenland.

Peter and I (the only NWSKers) met with Dave who runs an outdoor centre in north Wales and drove (dodging the floods) to Heathrow Airport. There we met with Mike, Lynette,Claire and Gideon. Our flight left north from Heathrow to Iceland at dusk and as the evening wore on the skies got brighter as we approached the Arctic north.

We spent the following day wandering round Reykjavik exploring the towns many delights. The next morning Pat, our guide met us at the guest house 101 where we were staying but as we boarded the flight to Kulusuk in Greenland he told us that he had to attend to a serious problem at home and would have to leave us with a replacement guide.

The approach to Kulusuk gives stunning views of mountains, glaciers and sea littered with pack ice and icebergs.

As we walked the 3km from the airport into Kulusuk we began to realize how poverty stricken these places are, despite subsidies from the Danish state. There is no running water or proper drainage system. Old beds, broken machinery and rotting seal blubber are all to be found littering the streets and sea shore.

It was as we made further preparation that Pat dropped a real bombshell. There would be no replacement guide for us. If we were to continue this trip, it would have to be on our own. Having come all this way it seemed impossible to turn back at this stage. Pat furnished us with a shotgun with ammunition and some other bear deterrents. All of this was highly unnerving. I found that sleep was hard to come by with one eye open for Polar Bears. Arctic foxes were a bit of a nuisance. They would steal any food not stored away inside hatches and also liked to chew almost anything made of rubber.

During the next few days we enjoyed fine weather and made good progress amongst fjords lined with pinnacles and peaks over 1000 metres high. The dramatic glaciers between the peaks are clearly in retreat.

On day 5 we arrived at the settlement of Tinetiqilaq with views of the Greenland ice cap the fjord here is fed by 3 huge glaciers and the sea is littered with impressive ice, huge structures, and all of them mobile.

We found a beautiful ice laden bay in which to camp for a couple of days. with splendid views across the cluttered waters to the ice cap in the distance. The nights were never quiet because the sound of icebergs cracking is like thunder, a kind of constant grumbling.

The following four days were dogged by unsettled weather. We pressed on through to another system of fjords. Although it rained at times there were never any strong winds and the rain was never all that heavy. Temperature inversions created layered cloud and mist structures - quite atmospheric.

Weather improved as we drew closer towards our return to the Kulusuk area and it was good to dry out some damp kit beside a driftwood fire. The next day we took a route which was exposed to the open sea. Real Atlantic swell and choppy clapotis gave us some interesting conditions, possibly more than our hired boats were intended for.

In the last couple of days we explored a glacier that meets the sea with huge ice cliffs before returning to Kulusuk to dry out our kit and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the Hotel Kulusuk.

Most of the photos I took are on 35mm slide film. There are more of my digital photos here.

St Bees - July 2007

2007-07-09T23:19:00.000+01:00

St Bees Saturday

Many thanks to Helen for organising the St Bees weekend - a great pity that more paddlers didn't brave the forecast and the rain (only four for Saturday and five for Sunday).

Whitehaven and St Bees Head came and went through the drizzle, but the sea was comparatively gentle.

We had an interesting time finding the bus back from Whitehaven to St Bees having decided to only paddle one way (for future reference it's the number 20 from Tesco's car park - and there are no bus stop signs!).

Sunday was drier, but led to a run-in with an aggressive birdwatcher who threatened vehicle damage if we launched at our planned location. A rapid rethink, and the public slipway near Walney Bridge was used instead.

Piel Island, Sunday

Several grey seals seen, and the castle on Piel Island was visited with interest.

Best wishes

Bill Quinton

Robin Hood's Bay

2007-06-19T06:48:00.000+01:00

Last Friday, Kev and I sloshed our way over t'other side o' Pennines through torrential rain to eventually arrive at a very foggy campsite at Robin Hood's Bay. We were hoping to explore the area looking for something new and different in the way of coastal paddling.

The whole of the British east coast is exposed to, and remains at the mercy of the might of the North Sea.

Sea kayaking here can be surprisingly exposed to the elements as we discovered soon after leaving the bay en route to Whitby. Several days of easterly winds had left 3 metre swell breaking destructively upon the reefs, cliffs and boulder beaches.

There was nowhere to land between harbours and certainly no chance of getting a close look at the intriguing coastline.

We camped at Hook's House Farm campsite and found the owners welcoming, informative and even apologetic (for the poor weather!) There is an abundance of friendly hostelries, a fish and chip shop and a local store for supplies.
This is a good base for several days exploring.

The Innuk from Wigan

2007-06-11T19:29:00.000+01:00

I wonder if Mark became inspired whilst watching his dogs chewing up broom handles and bits of bone. Could the various different shaped bits and pieces be fashioned into something useful? Well of course not! But in the meantime Mark has gained some significant knowledge and experience in carving Greenland style paddles.

Earlier this year Mark embarked upon a more adventurous project. He discovered the plans for making a 'skin on frame' kayak. For a practical man such as Mark this proved to be an irresistible challenge. The frame has now been completed but before stretching the synthetic skin over the frame the decision was made to give the frame a dressed rehearsal. He dressed the frame in industrial 'cling-film'!

Mark's antics raised an eyebrow or two at the Deva Canoe Club evening session, especially as without a spraydeck, he cling-filmed himself into the kayak before performing several Eskimo rolls.

Liz's Scottish west coast trip progress (Part 3)

2007-06-04T20:05:00.000+01:00

I'm back from my trip to Northern Ireland now and ready to report more exciting episodes from Liz's west coast trip.

On the Saturday (26th May) morning Liz, Kirstine and Mary set off from Craignure up the Sound of Mull with the aim of reaching Tobermory. They were hampered by strong northeasterly winds but battled on.
The wind had limited progress during the day and by the time they had reached Tobermory the tide had also turned against them and it became a battle of will just to find a place to camp beyond Ardmore Point.

After a difficult carry up a rocky beach camp was established, food was prepared and a fire was lit, which boosted morale and lifted weary hearts. After a distance of 38km sleep followed unhindered.

The Sunday morning was bright with a cold but gentle breeze from the north and the three girls headed of for Ardnamurchan. It was a little windy at the point but conditions worsened as they paddled east approaching Fascadale Bay where they decided they would finish for the day. The approach was in heavy surf and when Liz and Mary landed they discovered Kirstine to be missing and called a 'Mayday' by VHF. Kirstine had capsized and swam just outside the entrance to the bay. Kirstine's attempts to set off a flare were made so difficult due to the cold that the flare was dropped. Kirstine was left no choice but to swim towards the rocky shore where she found a comparatively sympathetic landing in a rocky gully. It was from here that she dialled 999 and eventually spoke to a very relieved Coastguard. Kirstine was then extracted by RAF helicopter from the gully and taken to hospital in Fort William and treated for mild hypothermia. Both RAF and lifeboat crews were very complimentary on the groups equipment and procedures.

On Monday morning Liz managed to retrieve Kirstine's kayak before meeting up with her next paddling companions, Kev and Gill. During the following days Liz, with Kev and Gill made good progress despite paddling through 8 hours of almost continuous torrential rain on Wednesday (30th May) around the isles of Raasay and Rona.

Saturday (2nd June) was spent resting and stormbound at a youth hostel at Gairloch but on the Sunday progress was good once again and Liz made camp at Gruinard Bay.

Monday (4th June) has been spent exploring the Summer Isles and Liz has just reported in to say that she is spending the night in a Youth Hostel at Achvraie. From Achvraie Liz is due to paddle the short distance to the end of her trip at Ullapool where she will be met by her husband Mark on Wednesday.

Northern Ireland - Voyage of amazing discovery

2007-06-04T18:14:00.000+01:00

Ten years ago I went on a backpacking trip part of which took me along the 'Causeway Coast' of County Antrim. My intention was to see the same stretch of coastline from my kayak and visit the nearby island of Rathlin. Rathlin Island made an obvious target to get the week off to ambitious start.

Day 1
We missed the time of slack water for the crossing and by the time we were half way the tide race in the sound was kicking up some challenging conditions.

The natives on Rathlin are all very helpful. The harbourmaster let us use the harbour facilities (showers etc) and we found a permissive wild camping spot within 250 metres of the pub.

Day 2
By the next morning we had been issued with a dog! It seem that many lucky tourists get one as a courtesy of the local tourism council. Our dog was called 'Jen'. Jen acted as a guide on our walks and slept at the edge of our camp to make sure all was well throughout the night.

Day 3

We rose in the morning to cross back to the mainland close to the time of slack water and coupled with more pleasing weather conditions made for a far easier passage.

We had barely passed the town of Ballycastle when we saw a wonderful beach littered with driftwood. Our resolve was weakened such that we could paddle no further. Later that evening a generous bonfire was lit lest we perish in the cool of the night.

Day 4
The journey of promise lay ahead. The Causeway Coast threw up headland after headland with deserted beaches backed with 200ft cliffs. The geology regularly changed from white Chalk to black Basalt occasionally punctuated with seams of brilliant red Sandstone.

Day 5

We paddled from Portballintrae to Portrush and became quickly amazed that this coastline was not yet done with the 'wow' factor. Chalk arches and deep caves were all to be explored with the incoming swell making careful timing essential.
Dave's boat became a casualty of poor timing with some significant damage to the bow and a fist size puncture close to the stern. Dave's fine rolling skills kept him from harm and he was able to make a fine temporary (and waterproof) repair on a nearby beach.

Day 6
We drove to Cushendun to paddle round Fair Head to Ballycastle. With wind and tide behind us the journey around this enormous iconic headland and its 300ft cliffs was over in under 3 hours. Later that afternoon we drove to the Bushmills Education Centre where we were welcomed by Robin Ruddock and the Irish Sea Kayaking Association.

Day 7
A paddle with over 30 enthusiastic paddlers seemed hard to miss and proved to be a fitting finale to a rewarding voyage of amazing discovery. The Irish Sea Kayaking Association have extended an open invitation to NWSK paddlers to join them on any of their monthly meets. They are a terrifically friendly bunch of folk and it was hard to say goodbye before heading off for Belfast and the ferry home.

If you want to see more photos from the trip you can view them by clicking here.

Liz's Scottish west coast trip progress (Part 2)

2007-05-26T12:18:00.000+01:00

After waking up to poor visibility in misty drizzle on Thursday (24th May) Liz decided against paddling to Mull for fear of running into one of the many Calmac ferries that operate in the area. Liz made the crossing and paddled to Craignure on the Isle of Mull yesterday (Friday 25th May). She met Kirstine and Mary who arrived by ferry late in the evening.

Mary

Kirstine

They expect to get a good day of paddling before strong winds coming from the north may keep then off the water for a day or two.

This will be the last update from me for a week or so as I'm off to explore the Antrim coast in Northern Ireland with Zoe, Mark and Dangerous Dave. We hope to make it over to Rathlin Island if we get a break in the rough weather that has been forecast.

Liz's Scottish west coast trip progress (Part 1)

2007-05-24T18:30:00.000+01:00

Liz Jordan is on a quest to paddle 200 miles of the Scottish west coast over the next couple of weeks. Along the way she expects to find adventure, meet up with old friends and make new ones. She is also collecting sponsorship to raise money for the Macmillan Cancer Support charity.

Liz left for Scotland yesterday (Wednesday 23rd May) and managed to set off as planned from Crinnan. She arrived on the island of Seil by teatime and made camp for the night. This morning the visibility was too poor for the planned crossing to Mull. Lets hope the weather improves for her soon.

Liz is looking forward to Kirstine and Mary joining her late on Friday for a few days. Kev and Gill will tag along once they have attended the Scottish Sea Symposium.

Ravenglass Seaquest

2007-05-21T22:51:00.001+01:00

We've had a rather nice weekend in the Lake District, attracted to the area by the "Ravenglass Seaquest" sea kayak orienteering event organised by Annette and Phil of Blengdale Runners. We "raced" on the Saturday, camped at the very pleasant site in Ravenglass and then had a gentle potter on Wastwater and some sight-seeing on Sunday.

The format of the race was a bit different from the original Seaquest devised by Peter Roscoe and run each year at Fleetwood. Rather than a set course to be completed as quickly as possible, the event was a number of check points in the tidal sections of the Esk, Mite and Irt. Points were awarded for each check point, with the more distant points scoring higher. Times were used as a tie breaker and penalty points were taken off for exceeding the three hours allowed for the event. Money raised from the event goes to the RNLI.

Lojska and I managed to be the double boat with the most points, coming joint third overall. We had a good deal of fun and our thanks go to the organisers. We hope to take part again next year.

Preparing for the start:
One of the first check points:
A bit wet and miserable during the first hour:
But it brightened up later:
The railway line (La'al Ratty) by the Mite:
Heading for the finish:
And still cheerful:
The campsite at Ravenglass:
The Ravenglass estuary at low tide (Sunday morning):
Paddling on Wastwater:

The “Sound” of the Skerries – 19th/20th May 2007

2007-05-21T13:06:00.000+01:00

This was the weekend that myself, Kev, Maurice, Derek, Sabina & Liz were due to go over the Sound to Bardsey. However, with a weather forecast of SSW F5/6 we decided to give it a wide birth & head over to Anglesey.

Undecided as to quite what to do & hoping that inspiration and good weather might materialise during Friday night, we opted to meet at one of the services on the A55 at 9:15 on the Saturday morning and take it from there. On this particular occasion the weather forecast was right and it was indeed windy and blowing from the South West. We decided, therefore to head over to Cemaes Bay, launch from there and paddle towards Bull Bay and possibly beyond depending on the conditions.

The conditions were challenging getting out of the bay with the wind seeming to push you in every direction except the one you wanted to go, however once we had made it to the brickworks, we were treated to a fishing display from a couple of porpoises, the sun came out, we were sheltered from the wind and it was time for lunch!

Approaching the brickworks

Maurice doing a seal impression

Does my belly look big in this?

Things weren’t so bad after all. We decided then we would head off as far as Bull Bay and look at the options from their.

Once in Bull Bay Maurice performed his rolling techniques to some cyclists who had just come out the pub & then promptly fell in when messing about with some braces. He did manage to redeem himself quickly with a roll & I’m sure they were none the wiser.

We decided that as the tide had now turned that it would be a good idea for us to do the same and head back to Cemaes into the wind. Sabina & Liz decided the bay & the pub were far more appealing & would wait for a knight in shining armour (aka Kev in a car) to come pick them up later.

The return journey into the wind was not too bad, just a bit of a slog until we turned to head into Cemaes Bay & then we felt the full force of the wind. Unfortunately that wind was too strong for my small engine (not enough pies) & I eventually got some assistance from he who eats lots of pies!

That evening we stayed at the Park Lodge campsite at Cemaes Bay. It was a strange place & I wouldn’t recommend it as a campsite to stop at. The people who ran it were definitely out of Scooby Do or the Adams family – they were well strange. It was also expensive but we managed to confuse the guy taking the money (not on purpose, he managed that for himself) & so it wasn’t too bad.

We had a grand evening on the campsite with a 4 course meal of salad & freshly baked garlic bread from Sabina’s oven, followed by Spaghetti bolognase (courtesy of Liz) which thankfully had eventually thawed out, finished off with Tiramisu & cheesecake & washed down with the one or two or three glasses of wine.

The following day was bright and sunny, the wind wasn’t as strong & the forecast was for it to drop even further during the day and so an impromptu Skerries trip was calculated by Kev.

We set off from Church Bay to catch the last couple of hours of the flood with the plan to arrive there at HW, which was exactly what we did. The overfalls we encountered along the way were running to provide some but not too much excitement & by heading almost due west we were able to compensate for the 3knot tidal stream.

Kev are you sure this is right the Skerries are over there!

You'll have someones eye out with that

Yeah we've arrived

We paddled into the sheltered bay & managed to find landing place just big enough for the 6 boats. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view) it is nesting season at the moment and the area where we landed was full of “shite hawks” so we were unable to move anywhere because of the eggs which were everywhere.

We were treated though to a chick hatching whilst we were there having lunch. We set off back to the mainland on slack and so were able to take a leisurely paddle around the eastern side of the island and were followed by the usual inquisitive seals and we also had a couple of fly bys from a flock of puffins (sorry not sure what a group of puffins is called). I think puffins are great so I was well chuffed seeing them as I didn’t realise they were on there.

The weather had been fantastic all day; sunny with wind that had dropped down to about a F2 and so back at Church Bay we treated the onlookers on the beach to the NWSK underwater display team demo!

The only thing left then was to celebrate an excellent trip with some excellent, tea, ice creams, and the best ever rhubarb & apple pie and the biggest scone with cream and strawberries. All these can be found in the café at Church Bay.

Pie and cakes yum yum!!

Thank you to everyone for an excellent weekend.

For more pics from the trip goto

http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h212/65burton/Anglesey%2019_20%20May%202007/?start=all

Gill Robinson

Northumbrian Coast Trip

2007-05-14T20:14:00.000+01:00

We have been spoiled by all the sunny weather of late, so when it breaks back to the norm for this time of year it seems awfully harsh. The journey across the Pennines and up the A1 to the Northumbrian Coast lacked the expected excitement and anticipation because Dave and I knew that we were in for a soggy grey weekend. By the time we neared our destination at Beadnell we resigned ourselves to putting tents up in the rain, consoled only by the anticipation of a couple of pints of ale in a warm pub in the village.

All night long it rained ............... an awful lot .... but in the morning the rain stopped and for an hour or so it seemed we might get some paddling done. But no! the wind soon whipped up to an easterly 5-6.

We trundled up and down the coast exploring harbours and villages until we settled in Beadnell once more to find a pleasantly sheltered beach with reasonably clean 3-4ft surf.

..............and eventually got round to having some fun in the (brief) sun.

The following morning was as grey as the morning before. The one saving grace was that the wind had dropped enough for us to paddle out from Bamborough to explore the Farne Islands. St Cuthbert is the patron saint of Northumberland lived on The Farnes throughout much of his life. Eider Ducks are common along the Northumbrian coast and are often referred to locally as St Cuthbert's, or Cuddy Ducks.

Cuddy Ducks ................ one female two male.

.....who is watching who?

An ode to the captain of a fine wooden boat

2007-05-08T18:46:00.000+01:00

I'd like to tell you all a story,
of a man who craved for fame and glory.

Beneath the chopper he braced and rolled,
his breath alas could no longer hold.

I stood on the cliff taking photographs,
of Kevin's maritime follies and gaffs.

Peter and I met several other NWSKers at the Anglesey Sea Symposium last weekend. I chose not to paddle on the final event, which was the 'Rescue Excersise'. This is the event where you get to watch a series of helicopter winch rescues from the water and then experience the downdraught beneath the RAF Sea King helicopter. Kevin gave us all a jolly fine performance soon after the helicopter arrived. An excellent finale, even though everyone else was only part way through the first act.

Ormes trip - 21st April 2007

2007-04-23T11:43:00.000+01:00

I've posted a trip report on my blog. I may update it later with photos from Julian.

Copy follows:
Six paddlers set out from Llandudno West Shore at midday on a pleasant Saturday. We paddled round the Great Orme and then across to the Little Orme. Four paddlers got off the water at Llandudno and walked through to the cars, with the remaining two paddling back round to West Shore against the wind.

My thanks to JimK for his advice. We had a very pleasant trip.

"Huts" on the way out from West Shore. Anyone know exactly what these were for? Jim reckons "the huts are lookout / defence placements from the WW2". This fits in with other information from the Country Park (PDF) that says they were part of an artillery school. It was a little lumpy as we set out , with a gentle breeze on our backs:Some nice stratification of the rocks:
Small caves all over the place, some carved through the rock by streams like the one shown below. [On the way back we saw the cave that featured in the BBC "Coast" series, where the inside has been modified with dressed stone.]
Annete by one of the caves where fresh water was dripping from the roof:
We found a lovely place to stop for lunch; a scramble up from the pebble beach to a sun-trap on the ledges. A bit less crowded than the beach at the town but still quite busy:
Following the example set by the locals, two of the group prepare to jump off the ledge into the sea:
On the way down (almost missed them completely):
And in the water:
After working up an appetite we finished off lunch in the sun:
Our view of Llandudno as we paddled across to the Little Orme:
The Little Orme:
Looking back towards the Great Orme:
The cliffs of the Little Orme:
Around the Little Orme:
At the turnaround (a nice sunny sheltered bay out of the wind):
On the way back, after the group split up, the wind got a bit stronger. The sea was a bit lumpier too. Like the gentleman I am, I hid in a cave and watched Liz struggle:
Statistics
Total distance: 23.9km
Elapsed time: 5hrs 31mins

Easter 2007 - The Isle of Man deserves a fourth leg!

2007-04-12T06:56:00.000+01:00

On Thursday the 5th of April a dynamic selection of NWSK's enthusiastic paddlers met at the Liverpool terminal of the 'Isle of Man Steam Packet Co.' They were to find that the overnight fast ferry to Douglas would be over 3 hours late. The waiting room in the terminal was exceptionally grim with some unusual entry and (no) exit arrangements.

After arriving on the island shortly after dawn on Good Friday, we touched base with Keirron at 'Balabrooie' which is his family home and the base for his 'Adventurous Experiences' business. Freshly armed with some local knowledge we set off for a cooked breakfast at Port Erin to make preparations for the first leg of our Manx adventure.

The First Leg of Man (29km)

We decided to start at Port St Mary on the south coast. We found good parking near to a convenient slipway and a friendly harbour keeper who gave some helpful local information. We paddled west, under spectacular cliffs that led the way to Calf Sound.

Calf Sound has strong tidal currents which can produce spectacular overfalls but we had timed our passage carefully. Once through the sound we could begin our passage north along the rugged west coast.

Our first break was after around 4 hours at the loom and the pretty beach at Niarbyl would have provided the perfect setting if it weren't for the abundance of flies. Did we smell that bad already?

After our only break of the day we decided to look for somewhere to camp for the night just to the north of Peel. We found the perfect location with soft sand to camp on and plenty of driftwood. We had views of Peel Castle close by and the Mountains of Mourne, all the way across the sea in Northern Ireland. The ferry fiasco of the previous night left us deprived of restful sleep and after a wee nip of whisky our cradles were happily left un-rocked.

The Second Leg of Man (40km)

As dawn broke I rose to the familiar feeling of cold, thirst and hunger. Oh its great to be alive! Simon soon re-kindled the fire and before long had cooked up a stack of bacon butties. One of my trademark pots of strong coffee provided the essential boost and I was ready for anything. I should point out that I was around 10 minutes late on the water, which is a point that I am not permitted to forget.

After a short section of rugged rocky cliffs and intriguing kelp infested inlets, the coastline took on a soporific monotony. Miles upon miles of shingle beaches would leave us short of visual interest for much of the day.

The main highlight would be passing Point of Ayre, the most northerly extremity on the island. The underwhelming anti-climax was almost too much to bear, as there was nothing much there. I watched my compass swing round and point south along another steep shingle beach. After a long break for sunbathing, and some delicious eggy bacon baps from Mark's cast iron skillet, we plied our final hour (or so) along the coast to Simon's home town of Ramsey.

Kirstine had taken a flight earlier and by the time we all met at Simon's house she was getting well acquainted with local traditions and white wine. Simon and his wife Tracy made us very welcome amongst their family and friends and laid on a splendid garden party with plentiful food, entertainment and surprises all round.

The Third Leg of Man (36km)

After the previous 2 days of calm weather a strong westerly broke the relaxed mood and although we had shelter from the tall cliffs of the east coast we began to realise that we might have to add a fourth leg to our circumnavigation of Man. Mark's journey was unexpectedly curtailed due to an injury to his elbow but Kirstine took his place and carried his virtual baton.

As the amended team left Ramsey Bay and passed Maughold Head the winds swept along the cliffs and slowed our progress. We took a quick break at Laxey for ice creams amongst holiday beach folk in the sunshine, but we were soon on our way again.

The increasing winds slowed our progress and the skies darkened as we drew nearer to Douglas Bay. Over 3 kilometres of exposed, gusty paddling lay between us and a well earned lunch stop. With a breath of good fortune the wind rapidly decreased just as we passed the bay's northern entrance and by the time we reached the small beach beside the lighthouse, the sun came out.

After some quick sickly troughing of Eccles Cakes and Cadbury's Cream Eggs we were soon back on a breezy sea but now with a following tide. Simon is Manx and as such felt it was his destiny to finish this circumnavigation of his homeland in no more than 3 legs. After a cheery farewell he eased away towards the sinking afternoon sunshine and would soon become invisible in the haze were it not for the occasional glint from his paddles. He reached Port St Mary in plenty of time for tea!
The rest of us mere mortals chose to spend the night on a beach within sight of the Langness peninsula, which stood between us and the last 2 hours of our final destination.

The Fourth (and final) Leg of Man (18km)

We needed an early start in order to paddle round Langness before the tide turned against us. We made it on the water well before 8-00am possibly because whisky supplies were running low.

As we approached the southern tip, Langness Point there was little sign of the forecast westerly force 4-5, but just as we turned to cross Castletown Bay the forecast came true. Lenticular clouds smothering the tops of the southern Manx fells gave us due warning of increasing winds and the onset of rain.

Port St Mary lay only 3km to the west but paddling directly into the weather would be a futile exercise. Instead we paddled north, deep into Bay ny Carrickey and made a shorter more sheltered passage having stopped briefly on a beach to consume yet more confectionery.

It was a great relief to arrive in the shelter of Port St Mary and although our challenging journey was over we still managed to muster some enthusiasm whilst hurriedly packing our kit away. It was time to find a cafe for proper sit down meal.

Thanks are due to Keirron at Adventurous Experiences for his help, hospitality and local knowledge, and also to Simon and Tracy for a their hospitality and a wonderful party.

West coast of Scotland-Charity Trip

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The inspiration for a trip was the loss of a close friend last summer. He died at an early age from a rare cancer. John Macmurray was the Principal trumpet in the Halle orchestra for twenty years and was originally from Canada though had really made a home here in Cheshire for his wife and two children. The Macmillan nurses that looked after him and his family were just amazing and his family immediately suggested supporting them when I mentioned a sponsored trip.

John had always been very supportive of some of my adventures in past years. With his blessing I managed Several forays in the Himalayas, crossing Tibet and other wild adventures on overseas tours, which we never told the orchestra managers about. A kayak trip along the wild west coasts of Scotland will provide me with opportunities for adventure and would seem like a fitting tribute.

I will be starting on the 23rd of May at Crinan with the intention of completing 200 miles over the following two weeks. I will try to get as far North as possible but weather will no doubt play a major part in the route planning. I am hoping that it will still be possible to complete this mileage by exploring the many large and scenic sea lochs which may provide more shelter if necessary. Twenty miles a day is the intended average.

I intend to use campsites, rough camping and the occasional hostel on the journey.
If anyone would like to join for all or part of the trip or sponsor me then please get in touch via NWSK for more information.

Does anyone else have any ideas of using their hobby/sport for raising money for their favourite charity or having a group event?

Pre-Season Meet (days 2&3) Sat/Sun. 24/25th March

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On Saturday morning we divided ourselves into 3 groups with each group organising their own trip. The aim was to take plenty of photos and so to provide evening entertainment by way of 3 short slideshows. One group paddled the east coast of Anglesey between Sandy Beach and Church Bay, while another paddled from Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) to the Church in the Sea and beyond. I paddled round 'The Stacks' with a group keen for the 'out there' experience.

A cool northerly breeze hid the dangers of the strong spring sunshine from us, I'm certain that nobody had thought of sunscreen given the recent horrific weather.

Penrhyn Mawr is a headland between Porth Dafarch and South Stack and has a reputation for its strong tidal stream and associated overfalls.

Parliament cave is the only place to land near North Stack and even here you have to be careful. The wash from high speed ferries entering and leaving Holyhead can take your boat from the beach within the cave if you leave it too close to the waters edge. (photo - Maurice Hoare)

Upon our return to Anglesey Outdoors on Saturday evening we tucked into a splendid evening meal. This was followed by slideshows made up from photographs that our group, and others had taken on the day's various paddling trips. The party went on well into the night..........

This photo caused plenty of amusement and became the subject of a spontaneous caption competition! That's right, you had to be there.....(photo Mark Gawler)

...........but the excitement proved all to much for the latest winner of the Polish Association of Reluctant Paddlers' Award for Aquatic Excellence!

Sunday (the hangover paddle)

On the Sunday morning we launched our boats into the sea once more for a breezy paddle in the sunshine..............(photo Andy Harpur)

.................... in search of somewhere sheltered to devour our remaining butties.

.............and before grabbing the towel to get dry ............. you have to make sure that you get wet first!

Pre-Season Meet (day 1) Friday 23rd March

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A small number of hardcore NWSKers have been paddling right through the winter on any calm days that would permit. The advent of the annual Pre-Season Meet spurs many into dusting off their kit in readiness for sunshine, adventure and that tangy whiff of the sea.

On Friday Maurice, Mary, Mark and Derek went for a paddle from Bull Bay around Point Lynas. I beleive laughter knew no bounds when the most cunning 'stupid dog' on Anglesey managed to eat Mary's lunch! - why didn't Mary intervene?

At Llandudno, Dave and I met Andy from Jon Mark and Robbo's Easy Drinking Whisky Co. for a paddle round the Ormes. After a grey start we enjoyed bouncing around in the clapotis near the cliffs in glorious Friday afternoon sunshine. I had decided on the outset that I would try to do as much paddling as possible. Not satisfied with 3 hours paddling at Llandudno, I was eager to make the most of the conditions upon my arrival on Anglesey.

I teamed up with Peter Roscoe for an evening paddle from Trearddur Bay to Rhoscolyn and back. Departing well after sunset with a stunning orange glow at our backs meant that our return to Trearddur Bay would certainly be in almost total darkness.

The magic felt as you glide through the blackness brings a whole new sensation to your sea kayaking experience. Where normally your eyes inform you as to the state of the water, at night your ears now begin to take over. The reaction of the water on your kayak feels so more enhanced too. Your spine an hips tingle with sensory overload as you become aware that you are feeling the will of the sea through your feet. A crescent moon and myriad of stars guided our return but sadly upon entering Trearddur Bay the velvety night sky was shattered by the obtrusive security lights on nearby buildings. The return, by road from Trearddur Bay was guided by the prospect of a plate of curry & chips and a pint in the Paddlers Return Bar!

Inland : Llyn Clywedog

2007-03-19T20:52:00.000Z

Well it's not quite sea kayaking I know...

The inshore forcast for St Patricks day was force 5-6, increasing to 7 in the afternoon. ...and so my idea of a paddle somewhere between Aberystwyth and Aberdovey got abandoned a few days before.

Phil came up with the idea of a jaunt up Llyn Clywedog in Mid Wales. As far as we can tell access is agreed through the local sailing club who have a nice club house and jetty. Their web site says they're not a stuffy bunch and they welcome "all types of non powered watercraft", including canoes (and in our case kayaks). The reservoir is 6 miles long with a couple of arms so there is enough entertainment for a day when conditions out on the coast are less than endearing. There are some photos of the reservoir here. The club website says they charge a days membership of £10 (i.e. launch fee) which I thought was a bit steep ...but then I'm tight.

Anyway, we got there and the club house was locked. There was a guy messing about with his rigging near the jetty and we went over for a chat. It turned out he was the club secretary, a very nice chap he was too ! We asked about the launch fee and (basically) he couldn't be bothered to collect it, though he did open up the club house for us to change into our gear away from the wind. There is a minor road running alongside various parts of the reservoir with plenty of launch points, but my guess would be that you maybe endangering access agreements if you're tighter than me and decide on that as an option.

We had a few hours battling against the wind for a couple of miles up the reservoir for a picnic lunch in the calm of one of the sheltered tributaries. Lovely it was too ! We got to see what I believe may have been a red kite. It was quite choppy on the return leg and I had to brace a couple of times as the waves caught me broadside on rounding one of the headlands, then it was a fast blast back down the reservoir with the wind on our backs; almost feeling like we were surfing our way home.

A very enjoyable day and a nice prelude to Jim's pre-season meet next week.

Cheers, Andy Harpur

The Sights and Delights of the Bridgewater Canal

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Like many others I like to keep padddling right through the winter but because the sea seems such a long way off, I sometimes use my local stretch of canal to keep fit during the darker months. I live fairly close to the Bridgewater Canal where it passes through the south Manchester suburb of Stretford. A return trip to the Thelwall Viaduct near Warrington provides me with a 21 mile workout as I pass through a variety of settings.

With a little imagination the urban settings can be just as visually engaging as tall sea cliffs and bold headlands by the coast. The gasholder beside the University of Manchester Rowing Club provides one of the many contrasting features of urban canal life.

Rowers from the Trafford Rowing Club enjoying the broad, straight stretch where the canal runs alongside the tracks of the Metrolink tram lines.

Fibregalss Cows in the grounds of one of the latest Urban Splash Designer Appartment Developments close to Altrincham town centre.

The scenery becomes far more open and rural around Dunham Massey. After paddling for just over one hour I can be in the heart of the Cheshire countryside enjoying the sights and sounds from the seat of my sea kayak. One of the rewards of arriving at Lymm is the chip shop, which is less than 50 metres from the canal bank. You just can't beat a bag of chips washed down with a scalding mug of tea for fuelling the homeward journey.

Fog on the Wyre

2007-02-13T07:51:00.000Z

On the first weekend in February, several of us NWSKers went up to meet Peter, the old man of the sea, on the beach beside the leisure centre at Fleetwood. He had kindly offered to take us all out for a paddle on his local stretch, The Wyre estuary. The Fleetwood coast and the Wyre estuary set the scene for two vaguely significant events in recent sea kayaking history.

Photographer and round Anglesey record holder, John Willacy chased the English Channel record holder, Ian Tordoff to his victory here in the 2005 Seaquest race. A little a little earlier, the writer and historian, Mark Rainsley was stormbound upon these shores for almost a week. That particular episode was the inspiration for his article ‘Ennui’ which was very much on my mind as I paddled out into the cool gloom of a foggy winters morning.

The first task was to paddle on a bearing across the mouth of the estuary as quickly as possible in order to find refuge from any boat and shipping traffic that may have been entering or leaving the mouth of the estuary.

In the shallows of the upper reaches of the estuary the sandbanks were crowded with flocks of Oystercatcher and Lapwing. Once away from the sandbanks we got a feeling of paddling in a whiteout. The visibility was much reduced and there was no indication of where the horizon was. There seemed little point in paddling much further so we stopped for a short break at the Wyre Estuary Country Park at Stanah for refreshments.

On the way back, local paddler Peter Roscoe told us stories from the estuary’s long history of salt extraction. The local maps show a great number of Brine Wells on the eastern side of the estuary.

Due to the continuing foggy conditions, we sneaked past the Stenna Ro-Ro ferry before she was anywhere near fully loaded before heading back to the beach beside the leisure centre.

2007-02-11T22:19:00.001Z

skerries trip

Remember those great sunny blue sky days, they'll be back soon.