Archive for June, 2007

Diaspora

 An artist's impression

An enormous tide of immigrants is believed to be heading for the coast of Cornwall and Devon, right at this very moment. Some will undoubtedly land on our privileged shores to seek sanctuary. Debate rages as to whether they are refugees from disaster or simply travelling opportunists, but all agree that they simply cannot stay here. There is a £50 reward for catching any of these asylum seekers and sending them home.

However … it is impossible not to feel some sympathy for their plight, for they have been at sea for fifteen years.

In 1992, 30 000 of these fellows left China to seek a new life in the USA. However, they were washed overboard in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. This was to prove to be just the beginning of their ordeal. In the years since, they have drifted at the whim of ocean currents. They have travelled for over 17 000 miles across and around the oceans, including passing through the Arctic pack ice. Occasionally one of them makes it ashore, only to be caught and shipped back to their ‘owner’ in return for the bounty money. Soon they will begin to wash up on our shores, but for most of them, their voyage is far from over.

Further reading.

 

Islands in the Stream

Flat Holm

My usual philosophy on kayak camping is, “It is easier to beg forgiveness than to seek permission …” However, I’ve just been very organised and spoken on the telephone to a nice lady in Cardiff. Splendidly, she has permitted a few of us to stay on the island of Flat Holm sometime soon. Flat Holm is near to Steep Holm and we hope to visit both in one weekend. Flat Holm is in Wales, Steep Holm is in England.

All good. All that is needed now, is kind weather.

Flat Holm from Sand Point, Somerset

 

Snapshot

Graham's photo of me photographing him

‘I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.’
Christopher Isherwood, The Berlin Stories

On Sunday, whilst paddling amongst the amazing sandstone stacks around Ladram Bay in South Devon, I randomly reached over my shoulder and took a photo of my friend Graham. He sent me some of his photos today, and it turns out that at the exact same time, he was photographing me, photographing him.

This means something.

My photo of Graham photographing me, taken at the exact same time

 

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Steep Holm from Sand Point, Somerset

Steep Holm is an island out in the Bristol Channel, located smack bang in the path of strong flows generated by Europe’s largest tidal range. It is home to nineteenth and twentieth century military remains and a very large colony of cormorants. It is a nature reserve. It is owned by the Kenneth Allsop Memorial Trust which exists, ‘To protect, preserve and enhance for the benefit of the public the landscape, antiquities, flora, fauna, natural beauty and scientific interest of the island of Steep Holm’.

I haven’t been there. I’m very much hoping to go, sometime soon.

 

Devonian

Stacks near Ladram Bay, South Devon

These deep red sandstone cliffs stretch along the South Devon coast.  The rock was created by layers of sand and grit being laid down successively on a desert surface. The wavy patterns in the rock reflect desert processes such as dune formation, water deposition and wind erosion.

All of this took time.

Stacks near Ladram Bay, South Devon

Stacks near Ladram Bay, South Devon

 

Downpour

Graham Bland, Ladram Bay, East Devon

We didn’t much want to go paddling today, on account of the rain. Nor for that matter, did we much want to go to East Devon, on account of there being nothing much there that we wanted to see.

However, the needs of the book meant that we left the house at 7 am and travelled through torrential rain to meet our friend Graham in Sidmouth at 9 am. We shuttled vehicles in the rain and changed in the rain, then launched from Exmouth for the paddle back to Sidmouth. All the while, we joked about the miseries that we were subjecting ourselves to.

Here’s the funny thing … we had a great trip! The rain cleared away as soon as we started paddling. Much more surprisingly, the coast that we had been fairly unenthusiastic about, turned out to be full of interest and pretty impressive overall.

I’ll put some pictures up here of what we encountered in due course, but the point of this story is that working on this book can be really rather rewarding. It’s making us go to places and see things that we simply wouldn’t otherwise. It’s even making us get out of bed early on lousy days …

 

22nd March 1993

Lyme Bay, looking across to Charmouth

Today I’m writing up the coast of Lyme Bay from West Bay to Seaton, something I’ve had in note form for months, but not gotten around to completing. This is a lovely stretch of coast, with amazing geological and palaeontogical interest. However, whilst enjoying Lyme Bay, it is impossible to forget that a tragedy took place here, one that changed our sport forever.

From www.aala.org

‘The canoeing party set out from the Cobb in Lyme Regis at about 10 a.m. The party of 8 pupils and their teacher were accompanied by two instructors from the St Alban’s Centre. The intention of the trip was to cross to Charmouth and return to Lyme Regis by lunchtime. Almost as soon as the trip got underway, the teacher experienced difficulties, and whilst one instructor attended to him, the other instructor rafted the pupils together. The raft rapidly drifted away from the teacher and instructor, and lost sight of them. The pupils were wearing life jackets, the instructors bouyancy aids. No flares were carried, and the pupils did not have spray decks.

As the raft of kayaks drifted away form the coast, the wave height increased, and gradually, one by one, the kayaks were swamped until all nine individuals were in the water. Although the group had been due back for lunch at 12 noon, the emergency services were not asked to help until 15:30. The teacher and one instructor had remained in their kayaks, and were rescued by the inshore lifeboat at 17:31. The rest of the group were picked up by rescue helicopter between 17:40 and 18:40.’

Four teenagers died in this entirely foreseeable and preventable accident. As the Devon County Council report stated, this tragedy “quite simply, should not have happened.”

The most positive legacy of Lyme Bay was the creation of the Adventure Activities Licensing Authority, who regulate outdoor activity provision for young people. A less tangible outcome is that amongst uninformed parents and teachers, outdoor activity is sadly ‘tainted’ and often viewed with suspicion. As a result, young people now arguably have fewer opportunities and freedom to enjoy the outdoors.

 

‘Ever Forward’

Weston-Super-Mare

 When the World ends, no one in Weston-Super-Mare will notice.

Weston-Super-Mare

 

Rude Awakening

Grey Seal, Isles of Scilly

I am a man upon the land,
A Selkie in the sea …

Trad Scottish

 

Môr Hafren

Eurion Brown

The Bristol Channel forms the northern rim of the area that I am researching for the book. It separates South West England from Wales. The Channel has been an important trade route at least since massive slabs were floated across from Wales to create Stonehenge. During the Industrial Revolution, ports along the Welsh side of the Channel prospered and grew due to their proximity to South Wales’ coalfields and iron works. At the same time, ships departed Bristol to sail down the Channel to participate in the notorious Triangular Trade. Despite all of this traffic, pilotage was never easy. Although the Channel is up to 45 kilometres wide, it has the second highest tidal range in the world (after Canada’s Bay of Fundy). This means that the tides flow at unusually high speeds, and that large areas of the Channel are left dry and exposed at low tide. 

Nowadays, there is still plenty of commercial shipping using the Bristol Channel (enough at least, to keep sea kayakers wide awake) and the tides are no less dangerous. The gentleman pictured below only recently took up sea kayaking with his friends, but they have set themselves a major challenge which they plan to complete very soon …

Eurion Brown

The Bristol Channel

 

Scillyness Day #8

Leaving St Agnes

All good things must come to an end, and so did our holiday. We paddled back from the island of St Agnes to Hugh Town on St Mary and trolleyed the kayaks onto the quay to await loading onto the Scillonian III. Due to mist and fog, no aircraft were leaving Scilly that day. This meant that everyone desperately wanted to get on the ferry, indeed you could have been forgiven for thinking that they were fighting for a space on one of Titanic’s lifeboats. With prebooked tickets, we smugly strolled past the mayhem, boarded and found seats (a feat in itself) for a journey which reminded us why the ferry is known as the Vomit Comet.

Loading onto Scillonian III

Day's end at Penzance

The Scilly chapters of the book are now written, and I have enough photographs to fill a shelf of books about Scilly. However, you know what? I might just find myself an excuse to go back there again, at some point in my summer holiday …

 

Scillyness Day #7

Heather does domestic type stuff

Those sick to the point of nausea of hearing about our splendid Isles of Scilly holiday, will be glad to know that it’s nearly over. Anyway …

No s++t, there we were, camping on the island of St Agnes with only the Western Rocks and Bishop Rock lighthouse between us and North America. It seemed rude not to venture just a little further west out into the ocean …

Heading off from the campsite

There was still a significant Atlantic groundswell left over from storms earlier in the week, but at low tide the Western Rocks act as a two kilometre wide breakwater. This gave us enough shelter to paddle out across open water to the ‘inside’ of the Western Rocks. They are uninhabited by humans, but far from empty.

Heather with about a hundred seals and a thousand cormorants

The Western Rocks

The question now was, could we commit ourselves a couple of kilometres further out and reach Bishop Rock lighthouse? We gingerly paddled out through a gap in the reef and assessed our chances. Waves were noisily exploding over reefs in all directions, as far as the eye could see. If there was a clear passage through to Bishop Rock, we couldn’t see it.

As we both agreed to turn back, Heather breathed a very loud sigh of relief …

Bishop Rock is beyond ...

Back we paddled to St Agnes, having been privileged just to dip our toes and get a glimpse of the Atlantic Ocean.

St Agnes

 

12.1 mph

The second crossing

Two lands at last connected
Across the waters wide,
And all the tolls collected
On the English side.

Ode on the Severn Bridge, Harri Webb

I don’t get excited about bridges, but if I did, I’d rate the Severn Bridges quite highly. Two immense suspension bridges cross the River Severn where it enters the Bristol Channel, connecting England to Wales. The original was opened by HRH the Queen in 1966, and the ‘Second Crossing’ was opened in 1996. The waters that the bridges span boast the second highest tidal range in the world, with the result that water literally rips through the bridges and over the reefs below.

To symbolise the spirit of the bridges, we invited a Welshman along.

Paddling through on a spring ebb tide made for a serious and committing trip, but was surprisingly good fun. We clocked 12.1 mph in the tide races approaching the original Severn Bridge. The waters calmed as, high above, the bridge blocked out the sun. We drifted into a boily lake between the two bridges, and seemed to be becalmed and stationary; except that the GPS proved that we were still hurtling along. The ‘Second Crossing’ is an astonishing feat of engineering, constructed across a 5 km width of raging tidal rapids. The central span is about 500 metres wide, but we still nearly missed it, as the tidal flows were doing peculiar things.

After the bridges is a channel known as ‘The Shoots’ which boosted us along at 9-10 mph all the way to Clevedon. Trouble is, we weren’t going to Clevedon, we were going quite a bit further …

Eurion Brown approaching the original Severn Bridge

Andy Levick passing the second crossing

First landing after the bridges - visible in the background

 

Scillyness Day #6

Tresco

Another tediously bright blue sky day. We spent most of this day on Tresco, visiting the world renowned Abbey Gardens. Semi-tropical plants grow here year-round, on account of this being Britain’s mildest climate. The following photo has not been faked/Photoshopped in any way. Honestly!

Tresco Abbey Gardens

For some reason, tiny Tresco now has an amazingly well stocked upmarket supermarket (’Trescos’?) which Heather got really excited about, so much so that she even bought supplies for future sea kayak trips.

In the evening, we paddled around the north of Tresco, and were rather surprised to find ourselves in a very big Atlantic swell, left over from recent storms. Of course, the photos don’t show the size of the waves or the white knuckles (they never do), so you’ll just have to take our word for it. Some of the waves were the biggest swell I’ve sea kayaked in. At one point whilst calmly reassuring Heather, I lost my composure in mid-sentence and exclaimed, “Mother of God, look at that.

Swell north of Tresco

Swell north of Tresco

North of Tresco

Given that there were reefs and big breakers lurking all over the place, I was pretty terrified that I’d lead us into a cul-de-sac of Doom and we’d both be dashed to pieces against the cliffs. Luckily though, there was a clear path through and round it all (we were forced out way offshore to avoid the breakers) and we entered New Grimsby Sound safe and relieved.

New Grimsby Sound between Tresco and Bryher

We then headed out of the far end of the Sound and made the open crossing south to St Agnes, the most exposed of the inhabited isles …

St Agnes

 

A Day in the Life

Common Gull, Hugh Town, Isles of Scilly

1. Wake up

2. Eat cold chips

3. Crap on nice car

4. Sleep

 

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The Book

A Sample Chapter

Prawle Point in south Devon.

About

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.

Pesda Press Titles

 

Sit-on-Top Kayak Sea Kayak Navigation

 

Welsh Sea Kayaking Sea Kayak

 

The Northern Isles Scottish Sea Kayaking

 

Oileáin English White Water

 

Scottish White Water Kayak Rolling

 

British Canoe Union Coaching Handbook BCU Canoe & Kayak Handbook

 

Kayak Surfing The Seamanship Pocketbook

 

Scottish Canoe Classics Scottish Canoe Touring

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