Come, and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastick toe.
Milton, L’Allegro’.
During the past couple of years, I was sea kayaking regularly from early February onwards. The ongoing drought meant that white water paddling was a non-starter and the settled high pressure meant calm seas. Now that I’m trying to write a book on sea kayaking, the irony is that this is becoming one of the wettest and windiest winters on record.
I’ve done some fantastic spate steep creeking on Dartmoor’s rivers recently, but this doesn’t exactly help me to get the book researched and written. Whilst I’m still waiting for the seas to subside and the winds to ease, I’ve stuck my head into a few books and gone back to school. Right now for instance, I’m trying to grasp the concepts of colour and light in photography. I have no idea if this will make me into a better photographer, but it is interesting in itself to understand why the sky is blue…
