The weather report that week was not good for wind but as we approached the day that had eased off. On an overcast Sunday morning we were all getting ready to depart the slipway at Clevedon. The visibility was good and our destination was visible in the distance. At about 0930 we left after a short briefing and introductions as some different faces today. It was an easy paddle down to Sandy Point were we had a short break and enjoyed Martins homemade flapjacks. The ginger ones were geat. Sandy Point is the half way point to the isand.
We made full use of the ebb tide, eventhough we now had the brunt of a force 3 - 4 blowing at us On we plod reaching the island obout 1250. Lunch time on the beach on the east side of the island out of the wind. Unfortuately the gate to the island was locked so no time to explore.
At 1330 and once afloat around the lump of rock and ready for the return leg. We now have the wind and waves coming at an angle from behind, this together with the flood tide will get us back to Clevedon. After sorting Ken's skeg out we were now making reasonable headway, a sweet break at Sandy Point and then to Clevedon to land at the slipway in the small waves.The return half was an hour quicker.
Paddled distance 27.6miles
Average speed 4.5mph
max speed 14.9mph (prob when running a wave)
On the journey the paddlers got to experience various current and overfalls that occur here.
We, the canoeing and kayaking collective, assembled in the damp misty cold morning; Some 14 of us (and Nigel’s niece, who volunteered to sit in the same boat as Nigel – would she regret this?), met in a layby with no clear sight of any moving water. After the usual complaints of cold floors, the squeaking of latex, stretching of neoprene and zippers being zipped, suitably attired there was a short run down to the drop-off down by the river itself.
It was at this point, during the car shuffle, or “warm-up exercises” (the hefting of canoes and kayaks over a grassy field to the put-in) depending on where you were, the early morning fog dissipated and the sun poked it’s head above the tree line into a largely crystal blue sky. The day was looking good.
Beginners 2 day bivvy/paddle, with Wayne Gibbons, Leonie, Sarah, Pete, Alice, Howell, Emlyn, Martin the flapjack, Sue, Russell, and Ken. Date 6/7 Sept 2014. Clubs represented were 3 NACC, 2 Clevedon CC, 2 AOAC, 2 Cardiff Dragons, 1 SACC, and 1 Bath CC
Day 1. Sidmouth to Seaton, then back to bivvy below Beer Head.
Day 2, Beer Head to Sidmouth, then to Ladram Bay, and return to Sidmouth.
Wayne suggested this route, one he has done before, and we all assembled at the slipway in Sidmouth in perfect conditions. Warm, a little hazy, tho the sun soon cleared, and the sea as calm as a millpond. The sea of course was at its warmest so this was definitely looking like a most benign trip to look forward to. My last couple of days before had seen some epic waters (for a beginner like me).
(Report written by Phil Williamson. If someone has photos please let us know)
21.3 kilometers / 13.2 miles to the overnight stop and 13.2K / 8.2 M on the return leg, so the whole trip was 34.5K or 21.4M in total.
When we left the Bristol area for Ringstead in Dorset the weather was dull, and misty but warm and as we all met up by the cafe / toilets (£5 per day to park) there was a hint of brightness from the sun. That was how it stayed all day, warm and bright, with no wind to speak of so no cag’s. We met at 10.30 and leisurely packed the boats to be on the water by 12.00 ish. It’s an easy portage down to the shingle beach and in a fairly flat sea state with no onshore wind, an easy launch too.
Open Boaters: Nigel, Jack, Steph, Mark, Paul, Margarita
Kayakers: Tony, Sarah, Holly, Tom, Jeff, Charlotte, Sam
This trip started nice and early for most of us, no thanks to Nigel, who rolled up 30 minutes later, after having miss-communicated the intended meeting time. Ho hum, at least it was dry and warm; the sun was threatening to make an appearance. After a quick car shuffle we set off along the Avon in 5 open boats and 7 kayaks. The river levels were low, which made for a placid paddle and plenty of chatting.