An Eas(y)dale paddle today

Thursday 4th April 2013

A broken camera :(


After spending the morning exploring Carnassarie Castle with the family, we headed North to Atlantic Bridge. On the way up, after Braking hard in the car, my jacket fell off the rear parcel shelf and down the back of the rear seat. unknown to me, my jacket contained my waterproof camera which had somehow wedged its self between the seat and boot floor. You can guess the rest, it was pretty squashed and battered by the time we got to our destination.
I thought I'd take the risk with the camera, and carried on with the plan, just pointing it at things and hoping it would work......
So after a breif stop at Atlantic Bridge, we headed on to Easdale Island. I decided to paddle around it, whilst the family took the 3min ferry trip across.
this picture shows the crossing, a maximum of 300 metres I reckon.

The harbour at the other side - Easdale island

I set off around the Island in an a clockwise direction.

Looking South East

Bit of a rock-garden on the Southern side of the island

Looking West, I must say, in that up here, the paddling is unique, in that everywhere I looked I could see land, islands, mountains etc.

Looking North through the Sound of Insh

And finally after a bit of a breezy, choppy section around the Westerly point, I was back into Easdale Sound.

 
I landed in the Harbour, and went in search of Adele & the Kids.
41metres to the pub! Brilliant signage on the island, I drank coffee, and the kids discovered Iron Bru!

Giving the camera to Connor, and asking him to take lots of pictures of me, I set of back around the Island again.
 
Slipping into one of the former quarries, I let the kayak glide across the still water, there was no sound except the trickle of water dripping from my paddle blades - oh and Cerys shouting me from the shore ;)

Me! From the ferry, I don't get so many pictures of my self, thanks Connor

A very short paddle - in fact probably the shortest I've done, but a great place to explore - Oh, and as you can see, the camera still takes pictures, screen is cracked beyond repair, and the focus is not perfect. Looks like I'll need another now :(
 

The 'KEY' to a good day on the water!

Tuesday 2nd April 2013

Crinan Ferry beach to Ardfern

Having arrived in Kilmartin (Argyll & Bute) last night. We awoke to another amazing, sunny & perfectly still day.
I'd brought the kayak up with me, but hadn't really got any solid plans. We had some work to do at the barn first though......
Logging, splitting and stacking firewood!
 A little shooting first though, Connor taking his first few shots.
'Zero-ing' in the sights, not fired the air rifle for years, I can still hit a 6" nail at 15metres :)
 
So, on with the kayaking.....
We drove to Crinan Ferry beach as the kids wanted to dig! I planned to leave there, paddle North up Loch Crinan & then up through Loch Craignish to Ardfern, and Crainish Village hall, where Adele & the kids would collect me.
It was lovely and warm in the sun light, but with a slight NE wind I knew I'd need to get wrapped up on the water.

I was right about the wind! crossing the first bay in a Northerly direction, I had the wind biting at me from my right side making the kayak weather-cock, and me get a rather cold face.

Looking West, the Gulf of Corryvreckyen in gap in the distance - no wirlpool action for me today though.
 

Looking back at Crinan itself, the white building is the Crinan Hotel right next to the Lock that leads to the 8.4 mile Crinan canal.
 
Looking South, down the Sound of Jura with The Paps of Jura prominent in the distance. 
I decided to paddle up the Eastern side of Loch Craignish to try and stay out of the cold breeze. Entering the Loch here was my first experience of paddling in this sort of landscape. Navigating through the ever changing scenery and the many Islands requires a constant watch on the map.
I took a rest in a little inlet, and looked back again, The Paps are getting smaller - but the view today is amazing. 
Its a little wierd sitting an rotating through 360 deg, land in all directions - definately not used to that!
Gulf of Corryvrecken in the far distance again.

Zooming right in for a closer look - its about a 6mile paddle just to get out there, will have to come back and do it one day though.... 
Sitting resting again, I had been hearing the sound of an engine now for a good ten minutes but couldn't locate the source. 
Then the Sea Leopard II apeared, leaving the biggest surfing waves behind it!
The boat belongs to Craignish Cruises, apparantly carrying upto 60 passengers, they will take you on wildlife spotting adventures into the Gulf, and around Jura & Scaba islands.
 
If you look carefully, theres a ruin nestling away just beyond the shore - a potential renovation project anyone? 
The wind wasn't effecting my kayak at all, but was making me uncomfortable, constantly blowing cold on my face, and if I was in the shadows, making me feel the cold throughout. I passed through between the islands of Makaskin & Eilean Righ, and got myself tucked in under the Western shore.
Having to rely on my navigation through the islands, I knew I didn't have far to go, but couldn't see my destination. 
I could just make out a tiny little island in the middle of the Loch, and knew I'd have a bit of a slog across to it out in the open - I was right! The wind had picked up a fair bit whilst I'd been 'hiding' behind the islands and made my tired arms feel the work. 
 
Her's the tiny sland, Sgeir Dhubh.

Yatch masts at Ardfern, I was quite relieved to have made it up here, as I was a little chilly. I was well wrapped up, and in the sun earlier had got a bit hot n sticky, now I was feeling the effects of damp merino wool.
 
Approaching the village hall, I started scanning for a silver car in the car park, I couldn't see it though, looking East, I could see the road snaking down, I was desperate to see the car winding down the hill. It wasn't to be!
I packed up my gear and started to shiver a little. whislt wondering where the wife was, these guys came out to go for their first coldwater swim of the year - I declined to join them! Reaching for my mobile phone to see if it had any reception, I discovered it had 33 missed calls! (all from Adele)
I quickly phoned her, she had just had to walk 5 miles from Crinan Ferry to Kilmartin after I had taken the car keys with me! (Hence the title). A lesson to be learned there I think.
 

So, first paddle for almost 6 months and i do 11.3 miles with now tidal assistance - slept well that night!

 
 




Wierd weather

Wednesday 1st to Saturday 4th August 2012

Storm Bound

Wednesday was a little wet and very windy, so when Thursday was dry, sunny and with much less wind we jumped at the chance for a quick paddle.
Leaving the beach, having not really decided where to go.

Thats it! No more pictures! From here on the wind whipped up, the sea was just wierd, with swell randomly appearing. We headed across to Porth Melgan, as we drew close to the rocky point at Penlledwen it was clear that we wouldn't be able to land. I actually had trouble turning around and had to paddle around in a big arc to do it without falling over.
The swell was from the West and quite big, the wind was South Westerly, and meant we had to paddle out toward Gwahn in the distance to make any head-way.
We turned back toward the beach at Carreg-garfeiliog, and finally made it safely but worn out!
Got to be the shortist most knackering sea paddle we've ever done!
 
Friday:
We took the kids to Folly Farm on Friday as the weather was promising to be wet and windy again.
Connor was desperate to come and ride on the Tractors one more time before he gets too old and too big!
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We've been here a few times since he was little and he always just wants to ride on these all day _ growing up can be a real pain sometimes!

Arriving back at Pencarnan the sea was amazing! Massive rollers were coming right across the bay, visibly starting as far out as St Davids Head! 
We were on Spring tides aswell, so me and the kids went down to the beach and kept out eye on the kayaks etc at the top of the beach, it washed right up to them a few times, but didn't look big enough to move any of them.

 
Saturday:

We awoke to a still very breezy day, and with the promise of rain we went to Solva, had a late lunch in the pub, and then headed back to the caravan later.
The wind had dropped and now the sea was looking a bit more inviting.
Never seen it before, but the camping field was almost empty, lots of campers having packed up and left yesterday!