Archive for August, 2008

Tricky takeoff

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

Our double kayak is ideal for taking young people out to enjoy wild nature (click for larger image)
jack hiresolution

There was a big swell running, so we landed in Newfoundland cove to de-water the boat. Getting the crew onboard beyond the surf line was a tricky operation.

surf loading

We had some newcomers from Exeter, so here is a picture for them to download (click for bigger image)

Tim P

jemma and andy hiresolution

Microscopic Gothic

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

This microgothic building, slowly crumbling away at the back of a tiny beach at the entrance to Dartmouth Harbour is reputed to have been a changing room for Victorian ladies.

micro gothic

Tim P

Light at the end of the tunnel

Sunday, August 10th, 2008

The planned trip to Blackpool sands had to be abandoned after nosing out from Dartmouth to test the waves and wind. Too much of both. So we looked for a sheltered spot up river for lunch. In the lee of the railway embankment of the Kingswear branch line seemed ideal. We were blown through the culvert and over the shallow bar at the end. Note the way the bricks turn from an axial direction to a helical curve towards the portal, which is not perpendicular to the tunnel. You wouldn’t get that refinement nowadays.

Brunel's culvert

One has to watch the tide carefully. An after lunch nap could leave one gazing at a dry tunnel with thick sediment, forcing a portage up the embankment and over the railway line. The turnout, three people, was disappointing, but it was wet and windy. Even so …
Tim P

Dinner at the Steam Packet Inn

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

The 12 km voyage up river started well, in intermittent sunshine. Here the squadron is approaching the Anchor Stone.


After dinner two of us paddled back. At first our path was illuminated by a generously long firework display from somewhere about Sharpham, then the moonless night of drizzle and fog closed in. Tim said: keep to the right side here, because last time we wandered into a blind channel through the mudflats. So we did that, and wandered into a blind channel through the mudflats on the other side and startled several thousand assorted waders whose honks and squeals resonated impressively in the steep valley as they panicked. Maybe satnav is the answer to dark paddling, though last time I used it we paddled over land, it said.
tim P