Worth a Thousand Words and can Launch a Thousand Kayaks
The four following pix are just a sop until i get down to writing - er, um, well somewhere around four thousand words to update the last of the trip from Howth to the finish at Castlehaven. Because finish i have.
The first pic shows the crap weather i've been enduring over the past weeks.
The second shows how very light i was travelling and how i became more and more shipshape and Bristol fashion with ever passing (nautical) mile.
The third shows either that i was actually on the water at least once in the past three and a half months - or a new found adroitness with Photoshop.
And the last is a triumphant grin at pulling a fast one on geography and geology; rather than battling my way round the Old Head of Kinsale i headed into Hole Open Bay which does what it says on the tin - there is a narrow, dark and rather claustrophobic tunnel that burrows right under the head. I shot through it and saved myself an hour's paddle, some sloppy waves and found myself on the homeward leg.
In the final two days i kayaked round about 100 kms in two shots - didn't want to get to the end that speedily but with autumn coming in felt it would be peeving to get caught by gales only a few miles from the end. But the forecast's had all the accuracy of the previous few months; it's still gorgeous weather here in West Cork and i'm getting used to sleeping under roofs again.
Instead of paddling for x hours every day am now involved in the far less rewarding arm activity of typing for similar amounts of time each day. So there will be a final blog update here in the coming day or so. Until then...
The first pic shows the crap weather i've been enduring over the past weeks.
The second shows how very light i was travelling and how i became more and more shipshape and Bristol fashion with ever passing (nautical) mile.
The third shows either that i was actually on the water at least once in the past three and a half months - or a new found adroitness with Photoshop.
And the last is a triumphant grin at pulling a fast one on geography and geology; rather than battling my way round the Old Head of Kinsale i headed into Hole Open Bay which does what it says on the tin - there is a narrow, dark and rather claustrophobic tunnel that burrows right under the head. I shot through it and saved myself an hour's paddle, some sloppy waves and found myself on the homeward leg.
In the final two days i kayaked round about 100 kms in two shots - didn't want to get to the end that speedily but with autumn coming in felt it would be peeving to get caught by gales only a few miles from the end. But the forecast's had all the accuracy of the previous few months; it's still gorgeous weather here in West Cork and i'm getting used to sleeping under roofs again.
Instead of paddling for x hours every day am now involved in the far less rewarding arm activity of typing for similar amounts of time each day. So there will be a final blog update here in the coming day or so. Until then...
posted by Jasper Winn at 7:10 AM
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