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The Old Felixstowe pinning report

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Pictures from the recent Erie trip out to Redsands Forts

Setting off from Sheppey travelling to the south of the shipping lanes using channel marker Buoys for navigation. With viability down to less than 100 metres at some points, fog horns on ships we never saw, trusting the compass bearing from weigh points and timing distances covered. Catching first sight of the towers when we were just 200 metres away from them. On our return, having to call a ship who was out of the marked shipping channel on the VHF radio to ask if he was intending to mow us down. It was certainly a trip to remember.

Friday 12th April Evening paddle

Some pictures of Fridays evening paddle. After a bit of a debate of whether to go up stream or down stream, we decided on the Jungle Run,.

Kevin and John tandem slide.
James, Mathew and Ian, jungle run
Ian, Anna and Dan, jungle run
Kevin and one landlocked kayaker Mathew, jungle run
John, tree climbing, jungle run.

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Hoe Mill to Rushes Weir wild open boat paddle 10th March 2019

It was windy, very windy. As I was unloading my open boat and pushing under the fence at Hoe Mill lock the telegraph pole I was standing beside shook violently, followed by a big cracking sound, and a tree, 30 feet from me fell down , blocking the whole road. Wow, so pleased I wasn’t standing beside that, or that my van wasn’t under it. 10 minutes later the rest of the Open boaters started to arrive and all parked under very old trees, and after a quick rethink, the penny dropped and then they re parked away from the trees. Happy bunnies. James and I went two up in my OB, and Barry and Kevin R, the die hards, paddled solo – oh regret on their behalf.

Lets say that the desired direction of travel and side of the river wasn’t always happening due to the very strong F6 – F8! winds. Serious boat trimming went on amongst our solo paddlers.

The intrepid duo didn’t suffer half as much. Somewhere along the way Barry got out and walked, then paddled. Kevin moored up and joined Barry, and later Barry Kevin and James all joined together and then James went solo, Kevin joined with John, Barry was on his loansome.

Hope you’re keeping up with this. Rushes Weir came into sight and after a quick play in the wier, we had a break.

James, “I’ve not done this before” Rushes Weir.

It was then Sail paddles up and away we went back to Hoe Mill. James and I took off at a great pace with the wind filling the sail paddle.

Kevin had varying degrees of success, although appeared to be scooping more water than wind. Eventually Barry and Kevin rafted up and they managed to get going under sail.

Kevin and Barry. Kevin’s new tactic was to stand up and blow into the sail.

Getting back to Hoe Mill didn’t take long at all. Really good fun in seriously windy conditions, this was followed by a pint in the pub afterwards. Thanks to my fellow paddlers, James, Barry and Kevin R.

Kevin, with red sail already to fly.
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A few pictures from Saturdays Open boat / Touring training

Lots of happy snaps were taken of the OB training day, which speak for themselves, a lot of fun and tree climbing, along with white water danger(?) ok, maybe that’s a bit over the top, anyway here are some more to oggle at.

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Pictures from the first paddle of 2019. Walton Backwaters

Surfin’ training at Old Felixstowe 25 Nov 2018

Sunday saw Kevin, Barry, Liz and me having a play off of Old Felixstowe in the surf zone. It was a first time for Liz and me in this area. We were told that the surf would start off small and get bigger, in fact it was the other way round. Paddling beyond the sandbank finger saw us in a nice steady swell 6 – 9ft at a guess, boats were disappearing in between the troughs, so enough to practice on and get the adrenalin flowing, at least for me. After a while I took a break on the shingle sand bank at the mouth of the Debden. Very interesting to watch the surf line change by the minute as the tide turned. Very fast flowing volume of water. Anyway, the pictures don’t do it justice, but it was really good practice. Zoom in on the photos to get a better look.

…..”When it started with 2 metre high waves, I was thinking bloody Hell! How high will they be when it get’s big. Definitely an interesting place to paddle. Had some fun trying the deep diggity dig at the end” …Liz

 

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Thrills, Spills and the crazy woman in the pub at Princetown

13-14th October Devon WW trip

Most of our regular WW paddlers were unable to join us for this weekend as they were doing there 3* Sea assessment which unfortunately clashed with the club calendered trip. A very last minute decision was made to head for Devon as there was a lot of rain predicted due to hurricane Calum.

Kevin managed to book us a room at the Fox Tor Cafe bunkhouse in Princetown with enough time to get a meal and a pint, or three at The Plume of feathers next door. In the pub to help our pints go down we looked at the WW guide book, maps, river level websites and weather sites to devise a plan for Saturday. With some ideas of rivers and a good weather picture in mind we decided to confirm with James in the morning over breakfast. James arrived at about 11 as we were stepping out of the pub.

Saturday: West Dart River, Two Bridges to Dartmeet.

Being an unknown river to all of us, at a high level, no other paddlers about and up to a kilometre walk out. The kit checks at the put-in were quite thorough. First aid, Throw lines, Crabs, Group shelter the list goes on and the boats get heavier. As we got on the water at Two bridges it was apparent that we would have to paddle hard against a force 4-5 head wind as it blew us back up the flowing river. The first few kilometres of the river was relatively featureless open moorland, coming around a corner we could first hear faster water and then see an event horizon so it was time to get out river right and have a look. This was a 50 metre bolder garden a grade 3+ with several steps and overhanging trees at the bottom. I happily agreed to be the probe (first to run the rapid) the line I chose went well until the bottom drop where the flow pushed to the left more than expected putting me against a rock putting me upside down in the pool at the end, one failed roll and one more successful I was in the eddy river right signalling to the others I was OK. James next, he took a similar line to me and hit the same rock as me with the same result plus swim (one sticker to James). It was now Kevin’s turn aka Yoda, once again the same line until the bottom, after watching the two probes fluff it, his line went to the left of “that rock” a duck under the tree and into the pool at the bottom. This is why you send the probe first!

The rest of the west Dart was a lovely river with plenty of technical sections low trees, bushes and rock-gardens to contend with, but only worth doing when the upper dart is on Huge to avoid a scrape.

Saturday: Upper Dart, Dartmeet to New Bridge.

At the top of the Upper Dart while James and Yoda were doing the car shuttle to get the top car, I was approached by a couple of guys asking if we were doing the upper and could they join us? Dave a 5* WW paddler and his mate Steve. After the introductions and a quick briefing on signals and kit carried, off we set. Dave set a blistering pace down the mad mile, the river level now on High, with Kevin as tail-end Yoda. All was going well until at Luckey Tor or not so lucky for James when the stopper decided to grabbed him, he bailed out (second sticker) and followed Yoda’s upturned boat down and continued down the river for another 200 metres boatless getting out river left with his paddle. Yoda rolled up and got into my eddy river right, where was James boat? Where was Dave and Steve? Steve had taken a swim and Dave had chased him down the river probably 400 metres or more, they were fine. I got out of my boat walked up the bank, to find James’s boat mid river between a rock and a tree. About 45 minutes later, 2 failed attempts to get Yoda over to the pinned boat, lines and pullies set-up, the boat was free and reunited with its owner, who decided to walk out he’d had enough. With energy levels low and now four, we continued down. The next big feature took me four attempts to roll up successfully, my lack of WW lately and fatigue was showing. The next feature (sorry don’t no the name) I took a swim (one sticker for me). Now Euthanasia falls, guess what, I took a swim (sticker two for me!) this was getting frustrating I was begging to feel like a liability for the rest of the group. With furious determination, back in my boat Dave said we only have a couple of features to go including “Surprise surprise”. Surprise surprise is a slide on the right into a slot with a drop into it on the left. My decision was to drop-in off the left, as I got there I looked down to my right to see this huge white hole of water 6-8ft below, Its to late now in I go. Dave said “that was a different line” “you disappeared” the good thing though no need to roll or swim. That was the end of the upper-dart thankfully, I was shattered physically and mentally and my boat 3 years old now looked second hand. A huge day.

The crazy woman in the pub and the lockout.

Nursing our bumps and aching limbs in the packed Plume of Feathers that evening with fine food, ale and planning Sundays capers. We observed a lady at the bar slowly getting sloshed, as it got later and the pubs clientele dwindled and she decided to join us “Oh no”. After around 10 minutes of introductions and chatter I had to nip to the loo, to be joined by one of the guys at the bar “thanks mate for saving us” he said. “you ********” I said, in a nice way, we both laughed and returned to the bar. She was being very complementary to us, things like James was cute, I had gorgeous eyes and Kevin didn’t look his age. Clearly her beer goggles were working very well. It turned out she had had an argument with her boyfriend and he had gone home. She was insisting on buying us a drink and wouldn’t take “no thank you” as an answer, in fact she was buying everyone in the pub a drink and putting them on her room. In hindsight I wonder if the room was booked on her boyfriends credit card! Seeing an opportunity when she wondered off we took our chance and legged it. As I entered the bunk house and having a key, a thought entered my mind “did one of us tell her where we were staying?” so I locked the door and went to bed. In the morning speaking to other occupants of the bunkhouse it turned out someone had locked two people out and they had to sleep in there car, “I’ve no idea who that was” oops!

Sunday: Dart Loop, New Bridge to Holne Bridge Weir.

Compared to Saturday levels, Sunday was pretty mild apart from the tree across New Bridge, the river level was now on the sill and dropping. We were joined by two guys that James new, James and Nick. We had a very gentle trip down the loop indecent free. The decision was made not to park and finish at the dart country park as they were charging unreasonable half term prices, cutting the trip short by about half a mile the cars had been parked on the road by Holne bridge weir. Time to go home via Royal Wootton Bassett for a great meal at Sally Pussy PH.

Great trip wow.

Pictures From The Wind farm Paddle

Northey Island Open Boating Saturday 20 October 2018

The plan was to take open boats out onto the tidal Estuary from Beeleigh Link and paddle through Northey Island and back again off the water by 16:00, 17:00 at the latest. That was the plan! After an initial muddy start Kevin and I headed off on a lazy paddle along the tidal Estuary, with the Ebb tide doing most of the work. There were some big fish tracking our progress, every now and then they’d make a huge splash and you would see a very fast V shaped wake appear in front of you, along with plenty of bird life. Maldon came and went, with large mud flats forming either side of us and the ships all high and dry. Passing Brian, better known as Byrhtnoth Statue at the end of Maldon promenade put us into the main Estuary of the Blackwater.

Northey Island was now high and dry . so we decided to circumnavigate it. With the distinct lack of water Northey Island became huge, we eventually got into Southey Creek and tracked it almost to the causeway at the western end stopping on a mud bank for a cup of tea.The mud was deep and sticky but the water was clear, so we sat in our boats enjoying the solitude. We then rafted up and drifted across to Osea Island landing on the mud banks about 100 metres short of the solid beach. Mud banks everywhere. We had about half an hour before low tide (16:30) so made a slow easy paddle towards Maldon with nothing but the sound of the birds to keep us company. Absolutely beautiful, with the tall ships making haunting silhouettes against the blue sky. 

However, a distinct lack of water and the supposed tidal flow made hard going from Hilly Pool buoy. From here on in, this started to become an endurance test.

  

We were paddling in 2 inches of water, the mud too thick to get out and push so it was punting, pushing with paddles and grunting off the sticky soft mud. Every now and then a bit of relief came as we passed over slightly deeper water. Brian was a welcome sight, but the sun was starting to go down and the tide was still draining out! We had some water going through the Hythe passing Maldon, but soon had to get out and pull the boats through the mud, luckily there were some hard spots to stand on, but get it wrong and you went deep. So it was paddle,punt push all the way to Beeliegh. The estuary with no water and low light looked fantastic. Pulling the boats out at Beeliegh finished me off and I had to sit down, absolutely knackered. Brilliant paddle, great being out on the sea in an open boat, something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, but wish the tide had helped us get home. Thanks to Kevin, my paddling partner and to Maldon Golf Course grounds manager for coming back to let us out (The car park was closed). 19:00 off the water, it was dark, he wasn’t very happy, but we were very grateful to him.

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