I awoke at 5:30am to the clanging of fishermen going out
for an early catch. I say awoke, I don't think I slept. I now
know why I haven't camped since I was a teenager! I attempted
to get another hour kip but gave up and started my all in one
breakfast in a can.
I planned on leaving for Skomer around 10:30am so I could
ride the last of the ebbing current down to Skokholm. I was
far to early so I had a nose around the medieval church.
St Brides Castle used to be a hospital for TB patients but is
now a holiday mansion.
paddle down to Martins Haven.
in the distance.
yesterday. The wind was blowing up from the south an
there was a hefty swell out in the open water.
Ah-hoy there's land!!
Uh no it's gone! see what I mean.
remainder of the day in my boat, so I took the chance to
stretch my legs before I set off. There was a long queue
of people on the Jeti waiting for the boat trip out to Skomer.
across Jack Sound, which seemed fairly settled.
trigger happy. This is only half of them!
passengers, it seemed like a busy day on the island.
to approach this bay and with so many people watching me
I didn't want to get a telling off. I crept my way up to the
'no anchor' buoys and took these zoomed in shots.
small outcrops inside the Garland Stones recommended in
the guide book as the north of the stone can get a little
were loads of groups of Puffins, Razorbills and Guillemots
quite happy for me to paddle up to them.
Apologies for the poor cammera man work, I'll be sacking him!
getting ready for the nesting season.
Looking back on the Garland Stone.
island so I couldn't get to close. As I hit the West side of the
island the conditions got a lot worse as I was exposed
to the southerly wind, which was blowing against the southerly
flowing tide. Combined with the huge swell made for
some pretty scary water. Because I was early setting off
the current was almost in full swing so there was no turning
back as I reached over 7kts. I got knocked about a bit and
seriously thought I would be calling the coast guard. I was
way out of my comfort zone. I just padded through it hoping
the conditions would ease in the coves to the south.
conditions eased off. I just wish I had a hands free waterproof
camera to film it all. Got to be honest probably the scariest
moment of my life!
Skokholm for another day. Although as I reached Mew
Stone I could clearly see the race through the gap was
traveling my way. I made a detour around the outcropping
rocks only to be nearly sucked back through the race on
the other side. Looking down at my GPS I was going 1.5kts
yet paddling my arse off. By this time I had had enough I just
wanted off this island!
completely different world. It was calm and full of life.
Skokholm, maybe next time.
two very friendly seals. I stayed to watch them play around
my boat for around 20 mins, glad of the rest. I thought I saw
a jellyfish go under my boat but turned out to be a Tesco
carrier bag. I pulled it out of the water before a seal got the
same idea, 'every little helps'.
up through Little Sound and ferry glided back over to the
mainland into Martins Haven for some much needed lunch.
In no ruch to get back I followed the shore line around and back
to St Brides.
any paths at Musselwick if only to sort out my jammed skeg.
past another kayaker to Nab Head.