As the last of the sunset faded to darkness we continued...
...paddling in the moonlight under...
...the grey walls and dark empty windows of Greenan Castle, which has stood...
...on this rock for hundreds of years, guarding the southern approach...
...to the town of Ayr .
We slipped silently and unobserved through the darkness and pulled our kayaks over the sands of Seafield.
Our wonderful short winter day had finally come to an end.
Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
It ended in a blaze of glory.
Shortly after we left Drumbane, the skies grew darker and at first we thought that there would not be a sunset but...
...gradually a little chink appeared on the horizon to the SSW.
At first it was only a few embers but it grew...
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The delights of Drumbane.
With Ailsa Craig on the horizon and the dramatic sky of an approaching cold front behind us...
...we paddled north past the magnificent headlands of the Carrick coast.
With the flooding of the tide we were able to paddle over the now submerged reefs...
...that guard the delightful tidal bay at..
...Drumbane with its...
..eponymous burn and falls.
What a location to toast the sunset with a snifter of The Singleton.
...we paddled north past the magnificent headlands of the Carrick coast.
With the flooding of the tide we were able to paddle over the now submerged reefs...
...that guard the delightful tidal bay at..
...Drumbane with its...
..eponymous burn and falls.
What a location to toast the sunset with a snifter of The Singleton.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Keeping time at Dunure.
We made our way back to the kayaks and...
...slowly got ready for our return trip to Ayr.
The time had slipped by all too quickly and the sun was now fast sinking...
...behind the dark walls of Dunure castle. The empty windows of the keep briefly flashed with the full light of the sun as our kayaks slowly drifted past.
The approaching cold front had made significant progress towards us and we were admiring the cloud strata when we spoted something wobbling about at sea. It was difficult to judge the scale but we thought it looked like a stand up paddler.
We nipped out to investigate...
...but it was Jennifer in the Taran 16 who got there first. It was a make shift buoy to mark the position of the Dunure Inn Christmas lobster keep.
Shortly after we left the lobster keep, the Dunure Inn landlord motored out to it in his boat.
One of his guests had either ordered a lobster for dinner or he was checking to see if we had nicked his lobsters!
...slowly got ready for our return trip to Ayr.
The time had slipped by all too quickly and the sun was now fast sinking...
...behind the dark walls of Dunure castle. The empty windows of the keep briefly flashed with the full light of the sun as our kayaks slowly drifted past.
The approaching cold front had made significant progress towards us and we were admiring the cloud strata when we spoted something wobbling about at sea. It was difficult to judge the scale but we thought it looked like a stand up paddler.
We nipped out to investigate...
...but it was Jennifer in the Taran 16 who got there first. It was a make shift buoy to mark the position of the Dunure Inn Christmas lobster keep.
Shortly after we left the lobster keep, the Dunure Inn landlord motored out to it in his boat.
One of his guests had either ordered a lobster for dinner or he was checking to see if we had nicked his lobsters!
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
All quiet in Dunure.
It was high noon but the low winter sun had hardly made it above the hills behind...
...the former fishing village of Dunure.
At one time, the harbour would have been packed with herring smacks but nowadays it is very quiet: there are just a few small prawn and lobster boats.
The villagers are very proud of their harbour but we were more interested in...
...their pub.
After the passage of a little time, Phil asked the barman why the public bar was so quiet...
....
...the former fishing village of Dunure.
At one time, the harbour would have been packed with herring smacks but nowadays it is very quiet: there are just a few small prawn and lobster boats.
The villagers are very proud of their harbour but we were more interested in...
...their pub.
After the passage of a little time, Phil asked the barman why the public bar was so quiet...
....
Monday, January 07, 2013
Between fronts at Fisherton.
We turned to the south once again and soon our attention was caught by...
...the swollen Drumbane Burn, which spilled out of its small gorge and tumbled over the rocks into the sea beside us.
The breeze picked up as we approached Fisherton Point and the iconic silhouette...
...of Ailsa Craig dominated the empty horizon. Clouds building behind the Craig forecast the approach of the next front. We were making the most of the brief calm in a short winter day.
...the swollen Drumbane Burn, which spilled out of its small gorge and tumbled over the rocks into the sea beside us.
The breeze picked up as we approached Fisherton Point and the iconic silhouette...
...of Ailsa Craig dominated the empty horizon. Clouds building behind the Craig forecast the approach of the next front. We were making the most of the brief calm in a short winter day.
Sunday, January 06, 2013
A torrent from a Taran.
After our early repast...
...the sun finally rose over the hills as we were getting ready for the second stage of our journey.
We paddled south towards the cliffs of Carlandcheek where the swollen Lagg burn...
...cascaded from the heights in a torrent to the beach below.
...the sun finally rose over the hills as we were getting ready for the second stage of our journey.
We paddled south towards the cliffs of Carlandcheek where the swollen Lagg burn...
...cascaded from the heights in a torrent to the beach below.
Saturday, January 05, 2013
Let's do brunch at Bower Hill.
It has been particularly windy and wet in south west Scotland but this day dawned calm as we made our way to edge of the sea.
We set off across the bay towards...
...distant headlands well before the sun had risen.
As it was not strictly day time yet, we debated for a moment whether we should land for second breakfast or first luncheon.
In the lee of Bower Hill, the calm sea was disturbed by only a sprinkling of raindrops but...
...the spouts of water cascading down the cliffs betrayed how heavy the previous day's rain had been.
It was spring low water and we took our exercise as we made our way over the sands to...
...the luncheon tree. Phil had come prepared for either second breakfast or first luncheon. One flask contained hot mulled wine, the other The Singleton. In the end we compromised and did brunch.
We set off across the bay towards...
...distant headlands well before the sun had risen.
As it was not strictly day time yet, we debated for a moment whether we should land for second breakfast or first luncheon.
In the lee of Bower Hill, the calm sea was disturbed by only a sprinkling of raindrops but...
...the spouts of water cascading down the cliffs betrayed how heavy the previous day's rain had been.
It was spring low water and we took our exercise as we made our way over the sands to...
...the luncheon tree. Phil had come prepared for either second breakfast or first luncheon. One flask contained hot mulled wine, the other The Singleton. In the end we compromised and did brunch.
Friday, January 04, 2013
A further opinion on the Rockpool Taran 16.
So far the four members of our team who have tried the Rockpool Taran 16 have all been male with an average age of over 60! So it was time to redress the balance and Jennifer, who is in her early 30's took the Taran 16 for a fast twenty four kilometre trip down the Ayrshire coast past the Heads of Ayr. Conditions varied from flat calm to force 3.
Despite two of the less mobile older testers having problems with the cockpit length, Jennifer found no problems getting in or out and found the seat footrests and rudder pedals really suited her. She was amazed how tightly...
...the Taran 16 turned...
...with its rudder before she disappeared...
...over the horizon. The distant rear view of the Taran 16 is something I have seen too much of!
When we finally caught Jennifer, she liked everything about the Taran 16, apart from one little reservation about its looks when she first saw it. Despite that, she tested it and now she would swap her Alaw Bach for a Taran 16... like a shot!
Despite two of the less mobile older testers having problems with the cockpit length, Jennifer found no problems getting in or out and found the seat footrests and rudder pedals really suited her. She was amazed how tightly...
...the Taran 16 turned...
...with its rudder before she disappeared...
...over the horizon. The distant rear view of the Taran 16 is something I have seen too much of!
When we finally caught Jennifer, she liked everything about the Taran 16, apart from one little reservation about its looks when she first saw it. Despite that, she tested it and now she would swap her Alaw Bach for a Taran 16... like a shot!