Could you believe it? After what seems weeks of gales and rain, my mountain biking becoming axle deep wallows and the fast downhills a succession of stops and carries around or over fallen trees and the paddling a mush of chocolate surf. The sun shone for our Club trip on Sunday. Lunch on a sunny sandbank a mile off Ryde.
Surfing the wavelets back across the Solent.
Back at Eastney,
a last roll for 2013.
Looking forward to paddling into 2014. All the best everyone.
Paddles with an Anas acuta...... unashamedly biased toward the sea kayak of that name (actually the voyages of two boats, one 'traffic over gold', one 'quill')
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Monday, 9 December 2013
Back to the sea: Chichester Entrance
A typical bunch of sea kayakers preparing to do battle with the December seas?
The backwards float off the beach, the best launching technique into a choppy sea.
Enjoying the others' discomfiture of getting on dry.
A spot of pumping out for anyone unlucky enough to take a wave onboard.
Enjoying the others' discomfiture of getting on dry.
A spot of pumping out for anyone unlucky enough to take a wave onboard.
The West Pole, a mile off Chichester entrance, little surf today.
I love these watery winter skies, but the sun finally broke through.
We had to time our departure from the lunch spot to avoid the youth fleets training in the harbour.
Relaxed launching in calm water...... floating out before slipping in.
Liz too was enjoying the sun and sand.
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