Showing posts with label Islands of Fleet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Islands of Fleet. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Seakayaking desktop wallpaper calendar 2013.

I wish a very Happy New Year to all visitors to seakayakphoto.com. As way of a celebration of the last year and in anticipation of sea kayaking adventures yet to come, here is the 9th annual sea kayaking desktop wallpaper calendar from seakayakphoto.com.

As in past calendars, all the photos were taken during the previous year (2012). Despite having been retired for a year now, I have not been able to explore wide new horizons as I had once dreamed. Increasing disability has somewhat restricted  the areas in which I have managed to paddle. This year all the photos are from my local waters of the Firth of Clyde and The Solway Firth. Far from feeling sorry about this, I have felt blessed to have the freedom to enjoy exploring my own doorstep. I am so grateful for the assistance of my friends in getting me to and from the water. My daughter Jennifer chose the photos for each month of the calendar.

2013 cover shot. This is paddle sailing at its best: sun, wind, tide and big skies, on a trip round the Little Cumbrae in the Firth of Clyde.


January.  A cold east wind sped us from Maidens to Seafield with the snowy mountains of Arran on the far side of the Firth of Clyde.


February. Some gentle swell made for interesting exploration of the rock channels of Bennane Head on Ayrshire's Atlantic Coas, Firth of Clyde.


March. Looking back to Glen Sannox after a misty crossing of the Sound of Bute, Firth of Clyde.



April. Sunset in the Kilbrannan Sound, Firth of Clyde. It was dark when we reached our camp site but the experience of night slowly gathering round you on a calm night is unmissable.


May. Clear waters in Catacol Bay, Firth of Clyde make a great place to stop for a second breakfast.


June. Rounding Bennan Head on Arran, one of the impressive headlands in the Firth of Clyde.

July. Safe haven on a granite boulder reef at Ailsa Craig, Firth of Clyde.


August. Summer rain, Fleet Bay, Solway Firth.


September. Waiting for the tide, Isles of Fleet, Solway Firth.


October. Enjoying the freedom of the seas in Wigtown Bay, Solway Firth.


November. Taking a break in Bracken Bay, Firth of Clyde.


December. Seakayak sailing to Dunure with Ailsa Craig on the horizon, Firth of Clyde.


I hope you find something to inspire you to paddle in your local waters. Finally....




Tuesday, November 06, 2012

A glorious effulgence on the Solway.

 The last of the wind died...

 ...as the sun dipped towards the horizon.

 The surface of the sea turned to glass and...

 ..every slight ripple distorted our reflections.

 The setting sun was not the sole object of our attention.

 Above the Isles of Fleet, the Moon...

 ...began to glow softly in the darkening, deep blue sky and far below...

 ...its reflection danced on the mirror-like sea.

 We drifted for a while until the air began to chill and we started paddling again.

 With each stroke the sun...

 ...sank a litter further until...

 ...the day was gone and only...

the moon lit our landing.

Monday, November 05, 2012

Lost for words...

 Rather than stop on Ardwall Isle for fourth luncheon, we...

 ...decided to press on...

 ...and enjoy the...

 ...glorious sunset...

 ...on the water.

 We were soon lost for words...






Sunday, November 04, 2012

To Ardwall in the sunset.

"The Singleton" was all gone and it was time to leave Knockbrex.

We paddled towards Ardwall Isle, where there is another sandy beach below the trees.

 The wind had backed to the SE but by the time we were afloat had all but died away.

 So we paddled along the coast of Carrick...

 ...with the flood tide helping more than the wind...

...till we arrived at the wooded slopes of Ardwall Isle, just as the sun began to set.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Stand off at Knockbrex.

 One by one we...

 ...drifted into Knockbrex beach...

 ...for third luncheon.

 David had wangled Phil's bottle of "The Singleton" again and refused to part with it, until it was empty.

Phil is good natured and generous but his loss was only partially assuaged by David's offer of a sip of Guinness.

 Fortunately the resulting stand off was short lived as...

...the beauty of our surroundings...

...restored equanimity. We were enjoying ourselves so much that we hadn't noticed the...
 
 ..sun sinking in the west and...

...the shadows of our kayaks lengthening on the sands or...

...even the incoming tide, which was now lapping at our keels. It was time to go.