Volume 13  Issue 1

January 2013

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28/12/12 December Photo of the Month Competition

 

Liverpool Canoe Club December Photo Competition Winners


Congratulations to Ian Bell for his winning photo:

 “Lunch stop on the Inner Sound trip.”

 

 

Runner up Keith Steer :

“Chenga Glacier - Alaska

 

Runner up Keith Steer :

“Paul and Harvey on the River Mersey

Not found your photograph ? – see all the entries for this month………..

 

 

28/12/12 Club Paddles
If you fancy paddling on any of the proposed trips this year then please consider offering to act as a coordinator. You won’t be in charge of the trip; you just select the date(s) and act as a contact point to give information / gather prospective numbers etc. Contact website@liverpoolcanoeclub.co.uk with offers of help or suggested trips.  All coordinators will take a list of names and contact numbers before paddlers get on the water - please contact the coordinator before the trip.

 

 

 

Informal trips arranged by club members are circulated by the club`s Googlegroups email system.

 

28/12/12 Club Expedition to Alaska “Hey Bear” (Whittier to Icy Bay crossing over to Knight Island and return) Part 2 (Part 1 was in the October Newsletter)

 

This clubs` expedition to Prince William Sound is now well established with trips in 2008, 2010 and again in 2012. This time we headed South towards Whale Bay and Icy Bay.  Here we were surrounded by pods of Humpback whales day after day as they circled around us and the islands.  The group made short open crossings, encountered extremely gusty winds (some up to 60 knots keeping us off the water for a couple of days) and enormous tide-water glaciers.  Nearly every day we encountered numerous marine mammals and birds; black bears, sea lions and common harbour seals, sea otters, bald headed eagles; they seemed to be everywhere.

 

Day Three (Sunday) – Applegate Island to Crafton Island

Well lets be honest after that amazing experience with the whales I struggled to recall day 3, that’s my excuse for being forgetful and laughing in the voice over as Keith gave me a few hints by pointing to spots on the map. (Now you are going to have to listen to the MP3)

Our neighbours on the campsite soon got over the invasion of kayakers and were very sociable when just about everyone had gone to bed.

The following morning we were up and on the water in good time, after a few days practice packing the boat becomes much easier as you know just where everything is going to fit and the food takes up a bit less space.

So we set out on what was to be a mostly murky day paddling, some low cloud and some rain, but the effect of the whales stayed with me and I really didn’t mind the weather too much. Surprised my neck didn’t ache with the constant scanning looking for whales now not bears.  Today the whales didn’t come as close but every now then we spotted the tell tale spouts of water which now recognized as due to whales not geological features in the rock.

 

We crossed from Applegate Island towards Lighthouse Reserve, as we slipped past Foul Bay, Eagles were spotted and there was a rumour of a bear siting from Debbie and Steph. We carried on past Main Bay and headed into Falls bay mainly to seek water, but there was always a chance of bears. After being surprised to see large cabins that looked to be under construction, I noticed that Keith was pointing ahead and making the bear signal, (we had a code for bears, eagles, sea otters and whales – ask for a demo the next time you bump into one of the ‘hey bear’ gang), this was followed by telling us to shush, so the only thing to do now was practice my stealth paddling and try and catch up with Keith and Pete who had spotted a bear.

 

I arrived at the waterfall just in time to spot the bear running off, we sat quietly for a while waiting to see if it would reappear, but we were out of luck. Falls bay was off course full of waterfalls so we filled up all the water bottles before heading off to find a campsite for the night. It didn’t take too long to reach the tip of Crafton Island, which met with Keith’s approval, as there was a chance of wind and fewer midges.

Space for the tarp and the cooking area looked to be an issue, but along the beach there was the perfect spot, outside a historical cabin. Once the tarp was up and tents positioned to everyone’s’ satisfaction, time to cook. Bison mince was quickly turned into bolognaise sauce and served with pasta. Ian and Steph never once complained about my cooking – I am sure they were being nice. Before the weather worsened overnight, Debbie decided to take advantage of the tide dropping and went exploring the smaller island off the tip of Crafton Island, her calls of ‘hey bear’ could be heard by all of us, and disturbed an eagle who flew off to return once Debbie gave up bear hunting and decided to study the fish left swimming in shallow pools left by the dropping tide.

That was quite enough excitement for one day; we know the forecast wasn’t great for the next morning so with the prospect of a lie in, I crawled into the tent to grab some precious sleep………

 

Frankie Annan    More Photos…….        Voice over……..

 

 

Day Four (Monday) – Crafton Island to Point Nowell

The night had been very windy and wet and it was clear that we were going nowhere.  Most of the party slept in listening to the weather beating down on our tents.  As the tide started to drop we were able to make our way to the porch of the old miners cabin where we had set up our tarp to give some shelter.  A morning of brews and reading as we all wondered what was going to happen with the weather.

The forecast hinted that the conditions would begin to ease during the afternoon / evening.  We set off at around 2pm as the wind began to decrease.  However, as soon as we left the shelter of Crafton Island the waves began to build.  We had a tense hour or so as we crossed Eshamy Bay but it was not too long before we reached Point Nowell.  We made our way around the headland to find a sheltered but rocky inlet.  There were two cabins and a very small rocky beach.  There was very little flat ground to set up camp.  Debbie and I made a small terrace on the beach next to the kayaks, the others camped in a small garden / path to the side of the cabin. 

 

As soon as the tarp was set up the sun came out, we managed to get a small fire going and our gear was hung up to dry.  As the wind had dropped off it was time for all the bugs and files to venture out to find anything to eat.   During the night a fishing trawler came into the inlet and anchored.  Refreshed we were ready for a long paddle down to “dangerous passage” and to head towards Icy Bay.

Vicky Howell    More Photos…….      Voice over……..

 

Day Five (Tuesday) – Point Nowell to Nassau Fjord

The next few days were spent paddling towards our next destination - Icy Bay via Dangerous Passage. The weather remained calm and we blissfully paddled our way past floating sea otters and leaping salmon whilst bald eagles soared above our heads.

We stopped briefly for a quick snack and a sunbathe, on a small beach whilst looking at icebergs. From a distance they just looked like white dots on the horizon but as we paddled closer they were huge, glistening structures.  As a geographer, I couldn't paddle fast enough in order to see my first iceberg close up. Finally, there I was just five feet away from a real iceberg. We paddled further through a small ice field which floated on aqua blue glacial water. On a sunny day, the scene couldn't get any better-or so I thought.

 

Around the headland, I was left stunned and completely speechless as I saw Chenga Glacier for the first time. It was a huge, natural river of ice and yet again I sprinted forward to get a closer look at one of nature's wonders. The icebergs became larger and more intimidating. By the time we had reached the ice field; we were reduced to paddling single file because the ice field was that dense. I was smiling from ear to ear.  It was geography heaven for me! 'Now this is an expedition', I thought.

As we paddled through the concrete like icebergs, the noise of the ice scrapping the side my sea kayak made me realize why the  huge pieces of ice sealed Titanic's fate. In the distance, seals lazily used the icebergs as sun loungers and looked on as we carved our way through the ice. After an hour of kayaking through ice cubes we eventually reached a beach, just around corner from the glacier. Tents were hastily put up, as the beach was covered in flies -with a big bite! Going to the toilet that night was pretty spectacular to say the least. It is not often you have a glacier to watch whilst going to the loo!

That night we fell asleep whilst listening to the glacier carving. The sound resembled a severe thunder clap and it echoed eerily throughout the valley. What a perfect day!  Steph Long   

More Photos…….         Voice over……..

 

Day Six (Wednesday) –Nassau Fjord to Icy Point

 We left the campsite at the mouth of river from the Princeton Glacier and paddled around the corner to take a closer look at the Chenega glacier.  It stretched for several kilometres across the ice front with a large shear face, in places up to 100m high.  We took care not to get too close in case a large slab broke off creating a large impulse wave which could have spread out in all directions and may have been large enough to endanger us.  After staying as long as we dared we headed off through the broken ice field towards the mouth of Nassau Fjord.  A large waterfall cascaded down a smooth slab of granite and gave several opportunities for photos.  We landed on a small rocky beach for elevenses.

After an hour or so we paddled off around the point and back into Ice Bay.  Here we came across two other paddlers who crossed in front of us and landed to fill up with fresh water. We detoured to chat with them for a while before paddling off again towards Tiger Glacier and our furthest most point from the start.  Tiger glacier looked magnificent, a white stream of ice making its way down the valley towards the sea.   It  rumbled and groaned as millions of tonnes of ice and rock ground along its bed.  Every now and then there was a large crack as pieces fell off into the water at its snout.  After the obligatory photographs we landed on a flat beach in front of the glacier for elevenses. 

 

MSR stoves were soon fired-up and brews put on while we admired the view before us.  There was a strong breeze blowing off the glacier.  This was caused as the air was cooled by contact with the ice field that fed the glacier and now heavier than the surrounding air, descended rapidly down the face of glacier and away down the fjord.  We gained what shelter we could by sitting behind the glacial boulders strewn around the beach.  Suddenly there was a thunderous crack as an enormous lump fell off the front of the glacier.  We watched for about a minute to see if it would have any effect.  Bergy bits bobbed a little and seemed to absorb most of the energy.  About 30 seconds later the sea started to be sucked out just like a little tsunami. Then waves started breaking as the water rushed in again.  It started to break around some of the kayaks which had been carried what we thought was a safe distance up the beach.  Ian Bells kayak and those nearest to it stated to be washed out to sea.  We all ran down the beach to grab hold of any kayak we could.  Fortunately the waves stopped after about a minute and we had managed to save everything by grabbing hold and moving it all up the beach.

 

After elevenses we climbed back into our boats and paddled over too some magnificent waterfalls that descended from the numerous snow patches on the shaded north side of the Fjord.  We decided to fill our water bottles as we did not know where we were going to make camp that night.  As we paddled out of the Fjord we kept happening upon floating, occasionally sleeping and often feeding sea otters.  The breeze died off as we moved further and further from Tiger Glacier and the water went mirror calm.

 

The plan was to paddle the 12 or so miles out of Icy Bay and head for Dual Head and Whale Bay.  It was now about 4pm and a few whispy clouds started to form high up (Cirrus).  As we had been in VHF range for a few days as we had lost line of sight by venturing into the back of the Fjords it was time to stop and update the weather forecast.  It did not sound good and a decision was made to abandon our plan and head across the entrance of Icy Bay (about 4 miles) and take shelter at Icy Point.  This was a reluctant choice as we were all very tired after a very long couple of days.  We arrived at the beach after about an hour of paddling.  Where was the campsite, surely this tiny beach did not have room for 5 tents.  Too tired to go on we explored our tiny cove and made small tent platforms.  A little gardening made room of Ian and Kirks tent.  We had a resident sea eagle perched on the tree opposite watching our every move and in no time at all we had pitched camp, sorted our boats and most  important of all started a fire.  “Single match Ian” had not let us down and there was plenty of drift wood which burned strongly in the increasing breeze; there had not been anyone camping of this beach in a long while.

Keith S    More Photos…….       Voice over……..

 

Day Seven (Thursday) – Icy Point to Delenia Island

I awoke at our sheltered campsite at Icy Point with the steady sound of rain battering the outside of the tent and immediately thought perhaps we would be allowed a short lie in to see if the rain abated. Of course not! “This was an expedition not a holiday” as Keith reminded us every so often. On the water by 9 so everything was packed up in the rain and both the inner and fly of the tent was soaking wet. We set off into Jackpot Bay, this was going to be a silent paddle up the inlet to try and spot a bear unawares so no chit chat this morning. We silently paddled in the rain and with little wind it had a rather eyrie and isolated atmosphere. We saw American Bald Eagles perched high on the tree tops looking down on us eerily, and sea otters on their backs, relaxing or eating fish they had just caught, but they disappearing quickly and silently below the water as we approached.

 

It was not long before Keith put both his hands on head in the bear’s ears mimic pose to let us know he had sighted a Black Bear on the beach ahead, we approached as silently as possible hoping to sneak as close as possible before he noticed or scented us. The American Black Bear (Ursus Americanus) is a medium sized bear native to North America, it is the smallest of the bear species and the most common. It usually prefers to avoid human contact , being aggressive mainly when threatened, or looking for food in human habituated areas where food has been left giving the bears easy pickings, all the bears we saw were the Black species very few if any Brown or grizzlies were in the area that we were paddling. Bears normally retreat fairly quickly into the undergrowth behind the beach but on this occasion the area behind the beach had a small rocky bluff which prevented the bear escaping quickly. It therefore began traversing the beach to find an escape route and this allowed us to get closer and have a better view, as we drew closer the bear became more agitated, and finally when Kirk approached too close it made a exit by climbing up a tree to make its escape. When on land, as in Gordon Buchanan’s BBC program, we walked around calling “ hey Bear” so they would be aware of our presence and hopefully retreat.

 

We carried on paddling in the rain hoping for another viewing and Pete and Keith spotted another bear some distance off which disappeared by the time they paddled over for a better view. After a while we rounded an island in the bay, and headed across to the other side towards a beach with a overhanging cliff that Keith had spotted that would give us some shelter for our elevenses. Stoves were set up and various beverages were brewed, and as the biting flying insects were held at bay by the rain, a fairly short but relaxed break was had.

 

 Following this we hugged the coast around to head out of the bay, and towards Delenia Island, were we were to stop for lunch and as it turned out spend the night to ride out a worsening forecast. Delenia is a fairly small island in the so-called “Dangerous Passage” with a couple of small beaches on its south side. Pete investigated one and found the wind blowing hard which would have chilled us to the bone so we ended up on the smaller but more sheltered south east beach. The tarp went up and as there was not much space, the tents were squashed in at close proximity. The tarp and eating area should be away from the tents so any food and smells that might attract the bears in the night were some distance from where we slept. Any small spills of food had to be picked up, in fact Frankie spent a good long time under Keith’s eagle eyes, picking up every grain of rice she had accidently spilled on opening the boil in bag rice. Paddling in the rain is fine, it’s when you stop that I find it more unpleasant as I start to chill down in the damp. Sitting under the tarp at least gives you somewhere to change your wet paddling gear, and hopefully warm up.

 

The rain continued to fall and on erecting our very wet tent from the morning, we discovered that it was now leaking badly. The thought of a long wet night was in prospect with the worry that the rain could continue for days, my only solution was to open up one of the aluminium foil emergency space blankets and drape it over the top of us. Unfortunately it wasn’t big enough for two so we were still getting our sleeping bags wet. Luckily Kirk came to the rescue with a bivi bag for Pete and I slept wrapped in tin foil like a turkey waiting for the oven. With waterproofs over our heads we had a not too unpleasant night and although damp in the morning, to my relief the rain had eased.

Packing up the next morning we set off and as the sun came out and we gradually warmed up and dried off. All was well again.

 

Carole Thomas      More Photos…….       Voice over……..

 

To read more about the expedition and see the whole write-up please go to the major trip reports page at the top of this newsletter or click here……..

 

Part 3 will appear in next months Newsletter.

 

 

24/12/12  Surfing at Crosby - Sunday 23rd December
Arriving in the darkness at the unearthly hour of 07:30hrs at Crosby Coastguard Station I could just see the white tops of the waves amongst the gloom. Excitement was building as the dawn approached. As the light brightened, the best waves I have ever seen at Crosby were showing. The wind was blowing at 34mph, and gusting at 47mph according to the Met office and it was looking great.

Only Karl Tattum and I were mad enough to arrive on that morning. Brian Green had chickened out, Pete Stone was "tired", Steve Rose had a "sniffle". We didn't need them. We quickly got ready and ventured into the brisk breeze.

These really were Crosby's finest waves. It was not the usual continual messed up waves giving short bursts. These were different, rollers in the distance, gaps in between each wave. You actually had time to turn around and get up some speed before the wave caught you. I was able to get some long runs of over 100 yards which is very unusual for Crosby. I did have a few issues though. I felt very unstable in my surf boat, and the sharp rails did get caught from time to time and I did have to do a few "practice" rolls. This was nothing though compared to Karl.

Karl was spotted flying backwards and upside down, down the biggest wave I saw. I only managed to get a picture of him on his knees after he had swam from his boat. He looked like he was praying, and crying at the same time. He said he had sand in his eyes and he was rinsing it out. Yeah! Whatever Karl!  Paul Harwood     More Photos…….

 

 

16/12/12  Hilbre Island Trip

A 9.9m tide at 1pm and a superb weather window – it doesn’t get much better than this!

With the conditions spot on, eight Liverpool Canoe Club members met at West Kirby slip and headed out in the near perfect conditions towards Hilbre; though it was a struggle to launch the boats as they were so loaded down with mince pies and mulled wine! LOL

 

Given the time of year we had decided to give the Islands a wide berth so as not to disturb the roosting birds, and our plan worked as not one bird took flight as we headed down to play in the overfalls – which were HUGE! Carole was ripping it up on the waves, Dave was zooming along in his super fast boat and even the local seals came for a play.

 

Excitement over, we landed on the rather small beach to empty the boats of their loads, and were soon joined by Brian who had decided to head out as well. Pete’s mulled wine smelled divine.

 

Lunch over, we headed back around the island. Unfortunately the overfalls had gone by this time, but we got to play with the spray from the blow hole before heading back to West Kirby slip.

 

Another great LCC day on the sea.

 

Mike A   More Photos…….



16/12/12  River Mersey Canoe Trail – December open boat trip “No Cag Required”

I’d not been in a boat for about 3 months, and if I’m honest wasn’t totally convinced I wanted to go out to play. Earlier in the week there’d been thick frost, freezing fog and plenty of ice. It was looking like it would be another wintry run down the Mersey Trail. I don’t think I’ve ever done it in the summer or with temperatures anywhere near double-figures. I think it was the thought of digging out all the paddling kit that was putting me off but on Saturday night I decided to get the boat out and onto the roof. I’d started so I’ll finish and all the remaining gear quickly followed suit.

I arrived at Burnage Rugby Club just before 10am on a bright, crisp, fresh and very sunny Sunday morning to find the others already there and just coming back from a quick reccy. “Water level’s up” said Keith. Hmmm, should be a quick run so we had a quick look at the map and decided on a slightly longer trip than normal. Whenever we’d done this before I think everyone had got off around Metrovik’s Rugby Club. This time we chose a get-out at Flixton another few miles downstream.

We got the Mersey (Car) Ferry out of the way and it was 1130 when we eventually got on the water. 4 opens but as a token gesture to “the others”, Jim was allowed to join us in his Karnali! The small weirs that punctuate this stretch of river were almost non-existent because of the high water levels. Paul gave Harvey in the front seat the choice of the flat route or the bumpy route through each of the riffles. The answer was always the same: Go Bumpy! I think Harvey must have been trying to keep his dad happy by bailing water into the boat as there always seemed to be more on the inside than there was outside.

The first mile or so passed very quickly as we flew down to Northenden Weir where we stopped for a drink and snack. We had a quick look but the levels were about 15” up compared to normal so we all decided to portage. Refreshed, it was time to get back on the water. This section of river is canalised so the view is pretty limited. The wild-life consisted of plenty of geese, ducks and the most common of creatures Mancus-Dogus-Walkera, to give it its full title.

It’s arguably a boring trip, is the Mersey Trail, but you make of it what you can by enjoying the conversation and banter. We had a brief game of bat and ball with one of the numerous floating dog balls to be found along the way. I thought Lee might be getting a little too enthusiastic when he started standing-up to take swings at the ball but everything stayed upright.

In no time at all we were approaching Metroviks and discussions started as to exactly where the famous Ashton Killer Weir was as it doesn’t appear to be marked on the map. A couple of lumpy bits – Was that it? Had we missed it? - Then we saw the portage sign and pulled in on the left to have a sticky-beak. It was a very quick decision: We’d run it. Well, maybe not run; more of a walk – Around the portage path! It’s about a 2m drop with a fierce tow-back below, and at this kind of flow it was definitely not to be tackled. As we man-handled the boats round the pathway, it was noticeable how high the water had been recently with debris in the trees some 3m+ above the get-in.

The next section down to Flixton is not canalised like the higher sections but it is in a fairly deep gorge so visibility is still extremely limited and we spent the next few miles getting glimpses of the odd house and street-light as we meandered every direction known to man, (and probably some more as well) seemingly without getting any closer to our final destination. Eventually we got a couple of sightings of a church which I knew was in Flixton, but still the river twisted and bent like a plate of spaghetti.

As the sunlight dwindled we finally spotted the small sub-station we’d chosen as our exit point. It was a bit of an awkward climb out and very steep so required the use of a rope to haul the boats up the bank. By the time we were ready to head off to get the cars, the light was fading badly and by the time I was on the motorway for home it was almost gone completely.

The weather gods had smiled on us today. For mid-December it had been a surprisingly mild day with blue skies and many undisturbed plane trails in the sky. Blindingly low sun earlier in the day had now given way to long shadows and a setting sun, but the day had been warm enough to vindicate our earlier decision of No Cag Required. Probably just as well after Paul left all his paddling gear at home.

Thanks to Paul and Harvey, Jim, Lee, and Keith for another enjoyable day.

Kevin D

 

More Photos……………….

10/12/12  Whitewater Improvers Trip: River Dee from Carrog to Town Falls - 1st December 2012

 

Saturday’s river trip on the Dee was born of Richard Quinn’s Sunday Morning Docks paddling sessions. Beginners had become improvers and they wanted to put their training into practice on whitewater.

More than 20 of us met at JJ’s, where we could see that the river level was rather high! The main features were recognisable, although a lot of the rocks and eddies had become washed out. After some faffing, we ended up at a very nice put-in at Carrog. On the riverbank, the disciplined, well organised briefing made for a great start. We split into three groups, each with a leader. The improvers were divided equally between them.  Each group had a planning and safety talk, when we got to know each other’s experience levels.

 

We then did some ferry gliding, getting used to the water flow before moving downstream. Although there was obviously much more water in the river than usual, there were still lots of opportunities to eddy in and out as we moved on downriver. The river was flat in parts, but interspersed with some good bumpy sections with fun wave train and occasional rocks to boof or practice eddying.

 

All too soon we reached Horseshoe Falls – a dodgy bit of water if ever there was! This was easily portaged and most of us waited on the banks of Serpent’s Tail to watch the more experienced paddlers do their stuff. I’ve never seen the river like that before. Serpents Tail is a cut through the rocks, with the river running between two small “cliffs”. On river left, there are normally slate beds that you can walk over to look down on the paddlers ploughing through the waves on the Tail. This time, it was totally different, there was no “ravine” and the river was washing strongly over the slate beds. I’m glad I wasn’t paddling it today!

 

We all hung around waiting, then Andy Wrigg came down first. Although the whole feature was totally washed out, there was a huge standing wave at the top. He paddled hard and smashed straight through it, the mighty Serpent’s Tail yielding to this show of strength and machismo. Two more heroes ran it behind him, one rolling in spectacular fashion, coming up to a cheer from the spectators on the bank. Then along came Mark Garod, taking a cheeky little line on river left, avoiding the huge wave and paddling effortlessly down the rest. The final paddler followed Mark’s line (can’t say I blamed him!), and the derring-do was all over. It had been a long journey until now, so some chose to get off the water at this stage, while the rest paddled on to JJ’s.

 

The rest of the trip to JJ’s was a series of bouncy wavetrains and flatter sections. Most of us got out at JJ’s – tired, but after having a challenging, fun day. Everybody appreciated the effort by those who turned up to lead, coach and share their skills. Thanks, of course to Richard for coordinating this – it’s an experience that a lot of us won’t forget. Let’s hope that we can have another trip soon!   Jonathan Maddock   More Photos….



07/12/12  Brr at the Burrs - 1st December 2012

Hmmmm, ice on the windscreen when getting up to go paddling = time to put the neoprene shorts away and dig out the dry trousers. I must be getting older as I am even starting to think that drysuits look warm and inviting!

 

Anyway, it was nice and sunny as I pulled up at the Burrs to meet the eight other paddlers who were wisely making ample use of the heated changing rooms (wusses – lol)for which they have bought a key, but the ground was treacherously slippy due to the ice. All changed, and despite the river only being at 0.36 on the gauge (scrape) we decided to do the trip all the way from Ramsbottom to the centre.

Although I had paddled this river several times before, once having to rescue an owl en route and having seen a herd of cows attempt the big weir in style, I had never started from quite so far up – so it was all new to me as we parked in the train station car park and walked to the river.

 

A quick slide started the day and we were off, warming up in the bright sunlight, and enjoying the view of the backside of Ramsbottom. Soon we were into the wilder part of the river, and despite the low levels causing a few groundings, everyone was styling their way down the remote gorge with ease.

It’s a great run, and the level provided ample waves on which to practice surfing and 360 spins.

 

All too soon we reached the HUGE weir, the remoteness was ending, but the weir is such a hoot that we had to throw ourselves over it – the inevitable splash in the face / up nose, reminding us all how cold it was. Again we stopped to surf at each possible play wave, but all too soon it was over and time for bacon butties in the cafe.

 

Thanks to John for organising, a great trip and a venue we should use more often.   Mike Alter

 

03/12/12 Great Orme Christmas Paddle

30 or so people paddled around the Great Orme on Sunday and then went for our traditional Christmas dinner in the Café on West Shore.

Full report to follow…….   More Photos…….

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