Saturday 4th April - Big horizons at Silverdale

A quick jolly along the edge of the bay, Jenny Brown's Point and Silverdale.

With my tummy grumbling and head aching (I blame the pickles that came with the pie and peas at Dave's retirement bash on Friday night), we were off on a mission to UK Canoes in Lancaster. Not the most successful (they didn't have the kit I wanted!), we headed north and west intent on having a look at Trowbarrow, a limestone quarry with some good climbing, just outside Silverdale on the south side of Morecombe Bay. What we actually did was stop for lunch in the Wolfhouse cafe and gallery before stretching our legs along the limestone outcrops above Silverdale beach...

Heysham power station across the bay

I'm losing count of how many times this part of the world finds new ways to make me glad to live here. Even on an overcast, cold day, pheasant walking in front of us, swathes of daffodils and lambs pogo-ing in the fields, huge skies and even bigger horizons - I can't get enough of it.


Silverdale and Humphrey Head across Morecombe Bay sands


Sue and the boys decide it's time for home...

Thursday 2nd April - Maiden voyage of the good boat Shona

Well, on salt water anyway! Best part of 12 miles round trip to Whitehaven Harbour and back in bright sunshine, flat calm conditions. Not bad for 15 minutes from front door to on the water at St Bees, after work and the clocks having just gone forward.

A lobster boat gave me a few waves to play with from his wash and there were masses of seabirds, cormorants, oystercatchers and gulls (lots!) but, sadly, not a puffin in sight. Also had a moment of inattention which saw me establish that the Sirocco rolls easily enough, at least when empty... Wish I had taken the camera - the waterproof one!

First salt water trip - 12 miles, 2 hours paddling

28th & 29th March - Paddlefest at HPP

Two days of contrasts. Saturday - blowing a hooley, rain, sleet and time playing on the water, but not in the usual kind of boat that you'd associate with the National Whitewater Centre. Sunday - sunshine and relative calm; me in a canoe (yes - a canoe).

Saturday morning and Andrew took off going through as many demo playboats as he could get his hands on, while Sue and I were on for some sea kayak coaching, Sue in a 15' Easkey and me in my new toy, a 16' 10" Sirroco, the boat that I had only collected days before and, no, I wasn't aiming to be on the whitewater course! We spent a couple of great hours with Doug Cooper working on strokes edging and turning with Sue demonstrating her extreme edging technique (splash! - sorry, no camera!) and me doing my utmost to stay upright despite being pushed ever harder by Doug. After the session we popped into one of the show tents and bought Doug's book on Sea Kayak Handling from the man himself. Maybe next time we'd do things in a different order...

In the afternoon Sue took on a WWS&R session; very bravely as she'd been in the water at the start of her morning session and, wearing a wetsuit and neo top, had been wet all day. The highlight of the training was a trial swim and throwline rescue on the WW course - just as the heavens opened with some very heavy sleet. Sucking it all up, Sue headed for the wet stuff. Defensive then agressive swimming, take the line and onto the bank, slipping and sliding, but out of the water and she was ready for more. Instead, I had a word and pulled her off the session - hypothermia has no place in training and Sue's determination to complete the course was taking her in that direction!

Another fine day at HPP Paddlefest (photo from the 'net)

Back to the campsite, showers and into Nottingham for the cinema rounded the day off; fortunately the film was so good (Gran Turismo with Clint Eastwood) that we all stayed awake - just.

Sunday morning arrived as the worst of the weather left - the dogs were rather unimpressed that the water in their bowl had frozen overnight though. Not that they bothered much during the night, what with Bruce snuggled up at our feet and Dougal on top of our sleeping bags, bouncing every time one of us rolled over! Sue determined not to get wet at all, so Andrew and I had a blast in some demo boats (I have some serious thinking to do having had a shot in a small Habitat 74 - yep, the small one! - I'm liking it a lot, but have bought two boats this month already...)

Ain't she sweet, just floatin' down the creek... the Habitat 74

Hmm - it's the same colour as my Mamba so maybe nobody would notice if I did a trade? Not quite as tempted to think about buying an open boat, though me and the youth did have a blast playing in a double - once we worked out which was the front..

All too soon the weekend came to a close and it was back to Ulverston for an Indian and early(ish) night. A good weekend, Paddlefest and the National Student Rodeo rolled into one with plenty of exhibitors and a few bargains to be had. Maybe we'll be back next year, though doubt we'd get to see such a good movie...

Saturday 7th February - A walk with the dogs...

Despite winter having arrived several weeks ago, today was the first chance that we'd had to make the most of some amazing conditions - and the sun shone as well!
An early start saw us away from the fell gate and up into Boulder Valley in bright sunshine and not a whisper of a breeze. From the top of Boulder Valley the view across Levers Water to Swirl How and Wetherlam was fantastic...

Swirl How and Wetherlam across Levers Water

... but we cracked on, contouring above the tarn until the path to Levers Hawse crossed ours where we declared a coffee break.

We followed the Levers Hawse route for a while then hung away left up into the cove below Brim Fell and up behind Raven Tor; the snow firming up to solid neve and slicked with the occasional patch of water ice.


Sue in Gill Cove


Kicking up toward Brim Fell Rake (skyline, centre)


Probably not Dougal's favorite place in all the world (red dot marks the spot)


Sunday 1st February - Liverpool CC and the usual suspects

Paul realised that he could come out to play despite his shifts and, so it was, that the two of us turned up at Newby Bridge to meet with a team from Liverpool Canoe Club, bright and early(ish), keen to get out after last weeks aborted plan. Once coffee was drunk and cars, kit, boats and bodies rearranged, we were off to the Leven with Mark, Keith and Helen from the 'pool.

The river was at a tidy medium level; plenty of features to play on, break-outs to make, weirs and waves to keep us entertained. The drop under Backbarrow Bridge, inspected during the shuttle, was run straight from the eddy with no surprises, other than meeting another paddler, Dave, from Ulverston who hooked up with us for the rest of the river.
We were off the Leven early enough to go for more; Paul had to go but Dave didn't and so we shot across to the Kent for the usual float and drop down to Force Falls...

The first bouncy rapid on the Kent

Reappearing after Force Falls

Dave attacking the drop

Saturday 31st January - High Dam and Stott Park

So much variation in such a short walk; from the church at Finsthwate, up through the fields and woods past High Dam then across rolling fellside to the craggy little top of Stott Park Heights with the fantastic view along Windermere. In just 3 1/2 miles and a series of short ascents (only 700 ft in total) it takes in just about everything - except for a valley bottom walk - that the Lakes can offer.


Dougal raring to go...


...while Bruce and Sue bring up the rear

Altar and windows in Finstwaite church

Sunday 25th January - Almost but not quite...

Despite having made plans for a paddle and there being plenty of water about, plans changed and it was off on a mission with Sue. Not hard-core whitewater or slogging up a hillside through snow drifts, nor even finger jamming on some sheltered crag; suffice it to say that the boss eventually found the dressing gown she was looking for, though not in the right size, at a shop in Cartmel. Neither could we find the potted plant to quite match the decor in the conservatory despite searching through the entire stock of Hayes in Ambleside.
We headed off to Tarn Hows for a wander in the sunshine where Bruce hoovered abandoned sandwiches from the carpark and Dugal found - and vanished in pursuit of - yet more sheep.
No worries though, we still had shopping to do; the picture "that would be perfect for the downstairs loo" and had been playing on her mind was still there, in Poppi-red, Hawkshead, though not for long! A browse through the bookshop before continuing with my post-Christmas diet by scoffing a clotted cream tea brought our swanning around to an end and we headed home as the sun set on a lazy day in the Lakes.

Sunshine breaking through at Tarn Hows


Brrrrrruce

Sunday 18th January - Lune

There had been some huge water on the Lune prior to John, Nige and I arriving; the tide mark on the road bridge above the get-in must have been 5 or 6 feet above the bottom of the bridge, so up to 8 feet above the level show here! While a couple, or even 4 feet of extra water would have been fun, 8 feet.... well, Stangerthwaite weir might have been really interesting!


Three boats waiting for their pilots...