Ian's Inlet

In a recent post I said that we came to a point round which some big swell "stopped play". While this was accurate, I was being rather economical with all the facts of the case. This was because I wanted to let Ian tell his story first.

Ian and I had been rockhopping along the coast, leap frogging past each other and watching out for each other. Ian capsized at the point above, right where that swell is breaking. I had approached the point in the lead but had kept a fairly wide berth as I had seen occasional boomers breaking on the point and I didn't much like the look of the gently shelving rocks.

When Ian approached, all was calm and he decided to nose into the small gully marked X and hold station (his bow pointing SW) in the small swell. He hadn't reckoned on the set of four big ones that were just about to arrive. At 11:27 the first washed him up the wall of the gully. He braced but as it sucked back, there was nothing to brace on and he was dragged head first down the barnacle covered rocks. The second wave bashed him and his kayak back up the rocks and Ian bailed out. The third wave separated Ian from his kayak and his paddle as he struggled to maintain contact with the rocks. The fourth wave was fortunately the biggest. It flung Ian's kayak back up the rock with a real graunching. The bow caught a rock and the force of the wave catapulted the stern right round so the bow was now pointing NE. The wave then carried the kayak and Ian over the rocks into the inlet behind.

I then nipped into the inlet, picking up Ian's paddle and one of his splits on the way. Ian was in the water trying to pump out the kayak but with me alongside, we turned the kayak upside down and drained it. The inlet was barely wide enough for two kayaks and the swell was pushing us back and forwards, crashing into the sides of the inlet. My right elbow took a heavy blow, with the momentum of two kayaks and kayakers  behind it. At this point, we both decided that I would be better out the way and give Ian more room to try a cowboy re-entry. I reversed out a bit and got my contact tow rope ready to pull him and the kayak out of the gully, in case the re-entry failed. Ian managed the cowbow in fine style and we reconvened about 25m offshore. We rafted up and Ian pumped out while I re-secured his splits and recovered his pump. Ian recovered his map case.

There was a freezing cold SE wind blowing about force 4. Despite this we paddled on as if nothing had happened at 11:36, just 9 minutes after Ian had capsized. (When we landed at 11:52 my anemometer was showing 14-15 knots on top of a sand dune with an air temperature of 0C and a wind chill of -6C.)

A major incident had been averted because:

Firstly, Ian was wearing a dry suit. His Lomo Renegade drysuit resisted the abrasion of the barnacles with flying colours. If Ian had being wearing a two piece he would have been frozen and the trip would have had to be abandoned. 

Secondly, Ian had practised cowboy re-entries in rough conditions. If the cowboy had failed, I would have towed him out (I have practised towing backwards.) I could have used either my full tow line or, more probably, my short contact tow line, which I keep on the fore deck. Out in calmer water, I would have rafted his kayak and he would have done an assisted re-entry.

Thirdly, Ian had the benefit of consuming 500ml of my hot, home made French onion soup.    

From this point forward let this inlet be known as Ian's inlet!                

Paradise, twice in one day

We found no shelter in the sea loch so we turned towards the open sea again.

Beautiful bays passed by and finally...

...we pulled in the lee of this beautiful spot.

Our kayaks glided over the turquoise sea...

...before coming to rest below steep sand dunes.

We had found ourselves in Paradise, twice in the one day.

Gardskagi, Do not roll!

 The wind continued to increase...

 ...so we nosed into a sea loch for a bit of shelter.

We were not the first to seek shelter here...

...Ian noticed a strange object on shore.

It was Gardskagi: 64⁰02,57N 22⁰55,93V I thought it was a Dutch weather buoy, given the manufacturer's stamp, "Datawell Netherlands", but JotM has identified the language of the coordinates as Danish..

It was over 1200km out of position. Its normal station is off the SW tip of Iceland.

It had some good advice on the top. Do not roll - trail only. We pondered these words of wisdom.

A winter paradise.

 We rock-hopped along the remote...

...coastline until we came to...

...the point round which some big swell stopped play.

 The wind increased so we...

...decided to take a break...

...on a lovely white shell sand beach.

We had transported ourselves to a winter paradise.

In the lee of snow capped mountains.

 The temperature under the clear sky at dawn was freezing and felt even colder in the wind...

...which whistled down from the mountains that were deep in winter's grip.

We made steady progress but it was a long cold crossing...

...to a distant coast.

It was a relief when we got to the other side and into the lee of the snow capped mountains.

The weather channel.

After a cold night, the morning dawned clear. The widescreen TV turned on automatically gently wakening us after a good sleep. There was only one channel and it was the weather channel. The forecast was for sunny skies and the wind was to be SE to S Force 4 to 5 increasing 6 during the night.

 We wasted no time and were on the water at dawn. The sun had not yet hit our overnight accommodation and there was a real chill in the air...

...as we set off on a crossing back to the mainland.

Roughing it, in the Scottish Winter.

Ian and I met to explore some of the Highlands and Islands on a three day trip. The area was sandwiched between an Atlantic low and a Scandinavian high. We expected cold SE winds and hoped for some sunshine. We set off on a crossing...

 ..to our chosen lodgings for the night. You won't find this in TripAdvisor. It is a private bothy and the owner asks visitors not to publicise its location.

 It was a stiff climb up to the bothy which involved a moderate rock climb.

 It was perched high above the beach. Ian kindly carried my bags all the way up and gave me a hand on the "Bad Step". Thank you Ian!

As darkness fell and the temperature plummeted, we got the fire on. We had brought, barbecue charcoal, logs and coal.

Then we prepared our evening meal, my starter was some NSAIDs followed by home made leek and potato soup, home made bread, home made venison stew and new potatoes done in the trusty pressure cooker. All washed down with a bottle of red.

To finish off we enjoyed oat cakes, mature cheese and a fine vintage port. You have to be prepared to rough it if you want to do multi-day sea kayaking trips in the Scottish winter.