What a carry on at Tarbet!

Made it! Our relief at rounding the Mull was palpable. We landed in west Tarbet Bay and there was a unanimity in our decision not to head further north to Port Logan, where we had left the shuttle car. The forecast was for force 4 to 6 winds gusting to 37 knots by evening but the front had obviously arrived early.


There are several places in Scotland called Tarbet or Tarbert. It comes from the Gaelic word Tairbeart. In modern Gaelic this means isthmus but its origin lies in "over carry". These isthmuses were where the Vikings carried their longships overland from one side of a peninsula to the other.


Olaus Magnus 1555

This often avoided a dangerous voyage round a headland but it was also a way of claiming land! The Vikings reached a truce with the Scots, which allowed them to rule any "islands" they could sail (or drag) their boats round!


Olaus Magnus 1555

From a distance the Mull of Galloway looks like an island as the Tarbet is low enough to be under the horizon. The day was yet young so we decided to carry our kayaks Viking style over the 0.45km distance and 21m height of the Tarbet. It was hard work, as unlike the Vikings, we had set off unarmed and were so unable to persuade any locals to assist us in our endeavours.



The boats were soon on the beach of east Tarbert Bay but we needed some lunch before heading out again!

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Southern exposure round the Mull of Galloway.

The Mull of Galloway is a bold headland which juts out into the North Channel of the Irish Sea. It is Scotland's most southerly point. It is a magnet for sea kayakers due to its notorious nine tides!

Tony and I set off from the East Tarbet of the Mull of Galloway 2hrs and 30mins before the end of the east going flood. We planned to use a west flowing eddy that runs close into the cliffs. Unfortunately this eddy does not run round each of the many headlands on the Mull and we were prepared to battle round these into the teeth of the east going flood. The freshening SW wind began to make its presence felt. Cats' paws spread out on the water as the wind dropped over the cliffs.

We soon picked up an east going eddy which runs along the north coast of the Mull. It carried us effortlessly to the east point of the Mull.


Here in the shelter from the wind, and out of sight of the race, we enjoyed a calm moment enjoying a view of the Isle of Man. Calm was not a word we would use again on this trip!


As we worked our way round the corner, the water became livelier...


... and the wind began to increase.


This photo was taken in the last of the calm water before we entered the race. The water then got a bit rough and I found myself quite unable to take further photographs....

We were in the disturbed water from below the lighthouse to the entrance of West Tarbet bay. Most of the waves were only about 5 feet, crest to trough, but they were short, steep, breaking, very irregular and coming at us from all angles.

As the wind shrieks round their jagged ramparts and as the surf thunders at their base, no one can hear your screams far below the cliffs of the Mull of Galloway!

Close to the rocks the clapotis was fearsome but the tide was less strong. After being side surfed by several waves we kept away from the rocks as much as we could. As a result we found ourselves in the stronger adverse current further out. It took 40 minutes from the east to the west points of the Mull. It is only 2.5km so we actually managed to average 3.75km/hr. It really was sustained maximum effort all the way. The worst bit was 1.5km to the west of the lighthouse. My GPS showed I was going backwards at 1km/hr on several occasions before I got round that one! The maximum speed I hit was 14.5km/hr (while still paddling) in the eddy to the south of the lighthouse.

The wind was still increasing and any thoughts of continuing up the west coast to Port Logan were abandoned. We made for the shelter of West Tarbet Bay and prepared ourselves for a Viking style portage over the Tarbet ...

15/12/2008

Tempestuous seas!

I would like to extend a very warm welcome to Trans Atlantic readers of this blog from Newfoundland and Labrador! Thank you for the link Alison.

These hardy souls have to endure some of the most challenging sea kayaking conditions on the planet and are obviously envious of us Scots, sitting here in the balmy Gulf Stream!

However, I would like to point out that it is not all glassy calm seas and glorious sunsets! Somewhat embarrased by Alex's reference to "Tempestuous Seas" (greetings Alex :o) ), today Tony and I decided to salve some Scottish pride and go where the water is seldom glassy calm... the Mull of Galloway! After all, it is just about the shortest day, there was a windchill of minus 2C, a big spring tide and a force 4 to 6 SW wind, what better way to spend a few hours than rounding the Mull of Galloway?



15/12/2008

Another west coast sunset

Earlier today....

14/12/2008

Introduction to Hirta, St Kilda.

The morning of 3rd June 2008 dawned with a freshening SW wind blowing across Village Bay on Hirta in the St Kilda archipelago. The forecast was for a force 7 and Murdani, the skipper, of the Cuma said he would like to leave by 14:00.


The Cuma's RIB shuttled us into the jetty on St Kilda as all the other boats left!


We were met by Bill Shaw, the friendly National Trust for Scotland ranger. He explained important Dos and Don'ts for our visit.


It was with some excitement that we ascended the steep stone flags which led up from the jetty..


With Dun in the background, Bill took some group photos before we started our explorations of this extraordinary remote place which has been inhabited for over 3,000 years!.

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Paddling with planets.

We launched from the shingle beach at Dunure just as a pink glow appeared behind the cold snowy ridges of Arran. Although the sun had set 15 minutes before, the summit ridge of Goatfell was still catching rays from below the horizon.


We set off for Maidens guided by light from Venus, Jupiter and Turnberry lighthouse. We were surrounded by six other lighthouses: Ailsa Craig, Sanda, Davaar Island, Pladda, Holy Island outer and Lady Isle but the first three were unseen as they were below the horizon like the now departing sun.


As the light faded the horizon darkened from deep orange to blood red.


An hour and fifteen minutes after sunset the horizon still betrayed the long gone sun. Flocks of sea birds swirled out of the darkness on their way out to sea but the slow shutter speed (1/6s) has all but failed to capture them. Ailsa Craig still dominated the land and sea but its bold outline was soon to merge with the darkness above. Far from land, the clear skies gave one of the best views of the Milky Way we have ever seen.


We landed at Maidens two hours after sunset. It was very dark and minus three degrees Celsius but what a fantastic time to be out paddling!

06/12/2008

At the end of the day, in Dunure

We emerged from the Anchorage Bar into the chill of the gathering night.


Our timing was impeccable, the sun was just kissing the horizon to the south west.


David offered to run us back down to Maidens to pick up the car....


....as the golden glow on the horizon grew ever more intense.


Ailsa Craig looked so enticing we decided to paddle back to Maidens, even though we would not arrive until 2 hours after sunset.

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