Archive for February, 2007

Storm Surge

Start Bay

In 1897, work began on dredging massive amounts of sand and gravel from Start Bay in south Devon. The material was for the construction of Plymouth docks. Within a few years, locals living and fishing along the beach complained that the beach was receding and that the fishing industry was suffering. Eventually, these complaints were listened to and the dredging was discontinued.

On 26th January 1917, an easterly gale blew along the English Channel. This combined with spring tides to create a storm surge. The beach was overtopped by the rising water and in the village of Hallsands, water began to flood into houses. The village’s 128 residents were evacuated. By dawn, four of Hallsands’ 30 houses were destroyed. Some locals returned the next day to retrieve what they could of their belongings.

The following night saw another storm surge, and the village was completely destroyed. Only one of Hallsands’ houses was still standing.

Hallsands village

 

He who fights and runs away…

Zoe Newsam in fog off Durlston Point, Dorset

We set off from Swanage in a pea soup fog, following the cliffs to keep our bearings. The sea was calm and smooth. As we rounded St Alban’s Head, the fog cleared and we set up camp for the night.

The next morning, we woke up ready for the last few miles of paddling to Kimmeridge. However, the wind was really howling and there was five miles of surf breaking on the reefs between us and the cars. We weighed up the conditions carefully. We knew that we could probably break out to the back of the waves, surf the wind-driven swell downwind for an hour, work our way back in through the surf and reach the cars.

It was a nice plan. But we walked home instead.

Camp near Chapman's Pool

 

Shorebound

Lannacombe Bay, Devon

The secrets of the hoarie deep, a dark 
Illimitable Ocean without bound, 
Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth, 
And time and place are lost.

Milton, Paradise Lost.

 

Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood

Talk to the hand...all photos by Heather

I spent most of today writing up the Kingsbridge Estuary. This is a tidal ria like the nearby River Dart, except that it has no major river feeding it. It has arms spreading in all directions, but the main channel runs from Kingsbridge to its mouth at Salcombe.

Kingsbridge Estuary

Kingsbridge

Much of the estuary dries at low tide, so plan your paddle to avoid this. UN tests have conclusively proved that South Devon estuarine silt is the most noxious substance known to science.

Kingsbridge

 

Work till You’re Musclebound

Slapton Sands, Devon

On a wet and stormy night a few days back, I stayed up late and tapped out a few thousand words for the book. It was good to get some work done, but I also discovered that typing is a surprisingly awkward and uncomfortable thing to do in a tent. My back still feels sore and stiff.

Olly Sanders

A few days before that, I observed a workshop on expedition paddling gear, led by über-sea kayaker Olly Sanders. The workshop was interesting, useful and entertaining. However, I openly laughed at poor Olly when he said that he always carried one of these on his expeditions.

He was right. I was wrong.

 

River of Dart, River of Dart, Every Year Thou Claimest a Heart…

Upper Dart River, Dec 2006

The Dart is well known as a white water river. I’ve paddled it hundreds of times! However, below Totnes the river becomes one of South Devon’s many rias. Last week, Heather and I enjoyed a paddle for the ten miles of the tidal Dart down to the sea. Very nice it was, too.

The Lake of the Dart

The Wreck of Kingswear Castle

This is the paddle steamer Kingswear Castle, which ferried tourists between Totnes and Dartmouth in the early twentieth century. After being used as a hospital ship, it was burned and abandoned to avoid the risk of contagion. The engines were transferred to the new Kingswear Castle which is still in service today.

A more expensive boat...

Dartmouth Harbour

Dartmouth is the home of the Britannia Royal Naval College, where the Royal Navy’s officers are trained. In 1992 I tried to earn a place here. I went through the three day long officer selection process (AIB) and somehow actually passed. However, on the following day I failed the medical for Bridge Officer on account of my slightly dodgy eyesight. So, I can’t tell you what the College is like inside…

 

Evil Under the Sun

Burgh Island, South Devon

Burgh Island is located a little way offshore from the estuary of the River Avon on Devon’s coast. The island is connected to the mainland by sand at low tide. The only buildings are a pub and a rather swish hotel, famed for its Art Deco architecture. Agatha Christie stayed here and also used it as the location for one of her Hercule Poirot murder mysteries.

Burgh Island is privately owned. Unauthorised landing and exploring is forbidden. All this may change within the year, however.

Surfing the river mouth at Burgh Island, today

 

Experiential Learning

Approaching Morte Point, North Devon

Morte Point is a headland in north Devon, just north of the surf beach at Woolacombe. The name means … well, how good is your French? The Point has a strong tide race and often sees wild weather, kicking up the surrounding reefs. In local lore it is, “the place God made last and the Devil will take first”.

None of this was known to me in August 1999, as I loaded up my sea kayak on Woolacombe Beach. I had a two week solo trip in mind, so shoved in everything possible, including two crates of Lucozade cans. Bags ended up strapped to the decks and crammed between my legs. After two hours of packing, the tide had gone out so I loaded the boat onto my trolley. The axle bent.

As I launched, I noticed that the weather had seriously deterioriated since the morning. Sizeable surf was rolling in, and I fought hard to get out back, various items vanishing from my deck in the process. I also noticed that the ancient nylon spraydeck I was using had a large hole in it. I had no pump, but no opportunity to use one anyway; just then a fierce squall came out of nowhere and attempted to smear me across the reefs off the Point. My boat was so low in the water that I struggled to have any control over direction. It was of course also sinking, as waves broke over the spraydeck. I was so scared that I vomited.

In due course I staggered ashore on the beach at Rockham Bay, the first landing past the Point. I put my tent up on the cliffs and refused to leave this spot for several days, even after the weather cleared.

 

Moderate or rough, occasionally very rough in west

Seas near St Agnes Head, North Cornwall

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn’t. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.

John Millington Synge

 

Nor any drop to drink

Kevin Francis, halfway to the Isles of Scilly

The crossing from Land’s End (the south west tip of Britain) to the Isles of Scilly is nearly 30 miles, heading straight out into the open Atlantic. You cross strong tides at the start, and then two busy shipping  lanes. If you are going to attempt this, then choose really solid companions. 

On this day I was joined  by Kevin Francis, who a week previously had never been in a sea kayak (or indeed any kayak longer than 2.3 metres), and had never paddled more than a few miles in a straight line before. What could go wrong?

 Kevin Francis, intrepid adventurer and lover of domestic animals

 

Asleep at the Wheel

RMS Mulheim, Feb 2004

The RMS Mulheim currently resides between Sennen Cove and Land’s End, being progressively disintegrated by successive Atlantic gales. It ran aground beneath the granite cliffs on 22nd March 2003, rudely curtailing its voyage to carry waste to a toxic landfill site in Germany. The Mulheim was sailing under a ‘flag of convenience’ and the competency of the crew and adequacy of their safety procedures has been called into question. The chief officer was alone on watch. Somehow he knocked himself out after his trousers got caught on a lever attached to his seat. By the time the crew discovered what had happened, the Mulheim was just about to run aground and it was too late to avert disaster.

No lives were lost, but this obviously wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to the coast of Cornwall. The level of hazard that the cargo posed to the environment has been hotly debated.

In any case … it looks great.

RMS Mulheim, Land's End behind

 

February 14th

Lundy Island, west coast

Did sea define the land or land the sea?
Each drew new meaning from the waves’ collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.

Seamus Heaney

 

Triassic Park

Near Sidmouth, Devon

East Devon used to be a desert, where Dinosaurs with rubbish names roamed. The cliffs behind Heather are red because iron minerals oxidised under the hot sun, 200-250 million years ago. Heather is a scientist and knows about this stuff. I’m not, and don’t.

Next week we are off work and hope to spend some time paddling in east Devon, clear dry weather allowing. We don’t much rate our chances.

Sidmouth, Devon

 

Godwits

Keyhaven, Hampshire

Keyhaven is a quiet backwater of a harbour at the western end of the Solent. It is sheltered from the English Channel by Hurst Spit, a curving pebble promontory. At the end of the Spit there is Hurst Castle, built for Henry VIII but successively modified to cater for every single war against Johnny Foreigner ever since.

Claire Cailes wades in Keyhaven Lake, Hampshire

Inside the Spit is Keyhaven Lake, an expanse of marshland with a maze of channels, dead ends and shallow spots. This forms part of a 2000 acre Nature Reserve

The saltmarshes and mudflats, together with the associated shingle ridges, support nationally and internationally important numbers of birds. During the breeding season the most numerous is the Black-headed Gull with up to 7,000 pairs regularly nesting on the Reserve. Several species of Tern also breed here, including Little, Common and Sandwich Terns. Among breeding waders the most conspicuous are Oystercatcher, Ringer Plover and Redshank.

A wide variety of birds visit during both spring and autumn migrations and in the winter months. The mudflats, teeming with diverse mud-dwelling organisms, provide rich feeding areas for many wetland species. In spring these include waders and other waterfowl en route from wintering quarters in Europe and Africa to breeding grounds in Scandinavia and Siberia.

Late June and early July heralds the beginning of the return migration, this reverse journey continuing until October. In winter the Reserve is of international importance for Brent Geese with an average of over 3,000 visiting each year. There are also significant numbers of waders such as Dunlin, Grey Plover and Black-tailed Godwits.

I have no idea what a Godwit is. 

One night last year, we set off to paddle around the Isle of Wight. Our planned trip was 65 miles in length, but this first mile was the hardest. Our attempts to find our way out of Keyhaven Lake were co-ordinated by intense mobile phone and VHF communications and even the use of GPS, but still nearly defeated us. Before you laugh, try it yourself.

Lost at night in Keyhaven...

 

Old Harry’s Wife

Old Harry Rocks, taken this afternoon

The chalk stacks of Old Harry Rocks point out from Handfast Point towards the Needles on the Isle of Wight, nearly 20 miles away across Bournemouth Bay. ‘Old Harry’ is an archaic name for Satan, and is usually used to describe the stack at the seaward end of the rocks. In the nineteenth century Harry had a wife, but he was widowed in 1896 when this accompanying stack collapsed into the sea. A tide race forms off the rocks, which is an interesting place for playing (or being played with) when a swell is running.

Old Harry guards the entrance to Studland Bay, a sandy beach and nature reserve which is popular with naturists. But not in February.

Note the tide race! Photo by Andy Levick

Small surf on Studland Beach

Drawn prior to Old Harry's Wife collapsing

 

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Over the past eighteen months I have researched, photographed and written a sea kayaking guide to the South West of England; from the Bristol Channel to the Isle of Wight. I have been using this blog to keep folk updated as to my progress and to reveal some of the wonderful scenery, culture and wildlife of this little corner of England.

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British Canoe Union Coaching Handbook BCU Canoe & Kayak Handbook

 

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