After the bouncy bouncy session of the previous day, Sue decided that we ought to get back in our boats and give the sea gods another chance. Always happy to please, I chucked kit into bags and boats onto the car and slogged the 4 miles to the beach with the promise of a picnic at Fleswick Bay (well, a banana and a sip of juice if she was lucky!)
Happily the wind had eased and conditions were much more like those that we had noticed the previous evening when taking the dogs for a walk towards Saltom Bay from Whitehaven harbour. Not calm by any means, but not overly bumpy either. However the sea was a good few hundred yards further away than previously due to a low tide, so it was a drive across the sands to drop the boats off before launching into a gentle, but eminently surfable, swell.
Cruising toward the North Head and Fleswick Bay
Fortunately the wind had dropped away to next to nothing and the going was relatively easy. Sue soon got used to the pitching and was keeping a good course under the colonies of sea birds on the cliffs. We both giggled at the "incoming" straffing runs of (I think!) guillemots and at the way they take of by first flapping, then running before desperately belly flopping onto the face of a wave and bouncing into the air.
"Guano Towers" the high-rise tenement that is St Bees South Head
We paddled on past Fleswick Bay, as far as St Bees lighthouse which is quite invisible from below the cliffs, being over 100 metres above sea level and set back from the sandstone cliff tops. Having pointed out the Fishermen's Steps to Sue, we turned back, towards the beach at Fleswick for our lunch stop. Launching off the sea-polished pebbles was simplicity, despite the dumpy surf that was giving the pebbles even more of a polish. Sue quickly adjusted to the steeper waves that the breeze was nudging toward us and was well into her stride as we rounded the South Head, to the slipway at St Bees and the car.
Sue's Scorpio makes light work of the chop on the way back to St Bees
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