Showing posts with label Mist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mist. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Kayakers In The Mist

I reluctantly had to turn down a an invite for a trip around the Isle of Wight with Eurion and company.  But with the weather looking so promising I had to make an effort to get out on the water locally.  Practically no wind, minimal swell and the early morning mist forecast to clear up into a bright sunny day.
I meet up with Jules and Taran around four hours before low water, springs.  The plan is simply to head west with the ebb.  I had it in mind that I wanted to get out to some of the off shore buoys when the mist clears.
We make the most of the tide being high and explore the caves around Tressilian Bay.


Back out on the water we handrail the shore, the mist showing no sign of clearing, if anything it got worse.
Witches Point, Porthcawl rises out of the white mist.  I think we were all anticipating a bit of surf.
We were disappointed to find barely a couple of feet of surf so we make a landing and have lunch.  Visibility is becoming worse, if it wasn't for the GPS we wouldn't know what beach we were on.
I wanted to get us out to Tucker Rock some two and half nautical miles off shore from our current location, so I take a bearing and lead the way into the white out. 
Half hour later the sound of waves washing up on shore becomes clearer but it's not until we were about 100m off Tusker that a dark line comes into view.  
First landing for Jules so we take some time out to explore the wreckage.

Normally there would be a great view out here from Porthcawl to Nash Point, today however the other side of the rock was out of sight.
Jules contemplating a leap to the boiler.  
Not soon as we were back on the water a bull grey seal pops up behind Taran.  We sit in silence for a few minutes as curiosity gets the better of him.  It's quite rare to see a seal out this far east.
We take another bearing and head for the sound of crashing waves offshore to Nash Sand Bar. 
It's always a pleasure to land in this surreal place.  It's not every day you get to walk along the sea bed on freshly laid golden sand so far offshore.  
We follow the sands until they come to an abrupt end.  There's no barrier stopping the waves now and the fast flowing tide creates a strong current sucking us back toward them.  Quite unnerving when you can't see land!  Nash East Cardinal Buoy comes in to view so we decide to make a dash for it.  Unknowing to us we make a circle around the buoy paddling into the flow.  This mist is so disorientating.  
We follow the route taken on the way out via our GPS track.  Large waves come into view signaling Llantwit reef.  We land on the sands not entirely sure how far up the beach we are.  We ask a couple of fishers just to make sure before hauling the boats up the beach.
16.21 nautical miles in total (30km) and the mist did clear....when we were loading the kayaks!  Not what I expected from today but it goes to show one trip is never the same twice.  Great practice for the navigation in good conditions and in all a good day on the water.

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Freezing Fog

As I watch my business fall to its knees due to the 'big freeze' I decide to go for a paddle to remind me there's more to life than work and money. I leave a sunny clear St Athan for Sully to paddle my worries away.
Unfortunately the closer I got the Barry the thicker the fog got. Sully Island wasn't even visible from the car park. What the hell, I'm here now.

It was showing -5*c on the van thermometer, wind force 3 on the forecast and zero visibility. I hand railed the shore line so not to get lost in the thick fog.
Up ahead Hayes Point slowly came through into view.

Reaching Bendrick Rocks it got a little choppy. Nothing really but when you can't see much in front off you it's a little daunting not knowing whats to come.

Around Bendrick Rocks and Barry Dock light house now coming through the fog.

It was now reaching the turn of the tide and it's getting bloody cold so I think I'll turn around.

I stop off for a quick chat with Craig off the Barry Pilot Boat before heading back. I think "your mad" were the words he used.
Out of the docks and into a freezing northeasterly wind but at least it cleared the fog a little.

Sully Island now coming into view and the wind getting stronger. My camel pack had completely frozen up and I could feel the tears running down my cheek instantly freeze. Even the salt water splashes on my buoyancy aid started to frost over.

Low water spring tides equals extremely long carry back to the van!

The water frozen in my hose! Not a huge paddle only 5.5 nautical miles but it put a smile on my face none the less, even if it is frozen on.