by Mark R on Wed Jul 29, 2009 12:19 pm
Hi all ... currently camped near Fraserburgh - glorious sunny day but screaming winds keeping me ashore this morning. Really enjoying the east coast - amazed by the cliff scenery and birdlife, which when at its best (rather surprisingly) beats the west coast hands down. Meeting puffins every day, practically every hour! I'm also finding the east coast fishing villages and harbours really interesting.
Making slow, sporadic and patchy progress though, I haven't had anything more than little brief splotches of high pressure since I started, weather has been almost continually unsettled. Loads of rain (every day so far) but the real problem has been wind. Hence, I don't think I'll get to England in the time I have left.
Day 1 - dropped off near John O'Groats by PC CMcC, my thanks to him - in the evening, paddled around Duncansby Head and south to Keiss harbour, where headwinds forced a stop. Quite impressed by 'Wife Geo' along this stretch, a vast interconnected series of tunnels and geos.
Day 2 - Paddled to Wick and dozed there, before heading south again. Weather and seas deteriorated fast and I was glad to make it to an early stop at Sarclet Haven, an interesting abandoned fish processing plant???
Day 3 - A wet and rocky launch through the surf saw me paddling along the best coastal cliffs I've seen in the UK so far; endless arches, geos, tunnels and almost continuous bird colonies. The previous nights' storm meant that numerous hefty waterfalls were plunging into the sea, quite a sight. I didn't want to get in close on this day, though! I finished at Berriedale, an abandoned fishing hamlet; sticking the tent up infront of a row of empty cottages was a weird experience.
Day 4 - The scenery remained pleasant but 'wore off' slightly as I headed south to Brora. At Brora I headed out across the Dornoch Firth to the isolated headland of Tarbat Ness. This should have been straightforward, but I got rained on beyond belief and the tides really made me fight to gain the last couple of miles to the lighthouse, just what I needed at the end of a long day.
Day 5 - I loaded up for the c15 mile open crossing of the Moray Firth; however once I was ready to go, the offshore wind had cranked right up and I was faced with one of those gut-wrenching could/should dilemmas that are a persistent feature of solo trips (I probably could survive a 15 mile ubersurf, but common sense said that I shouldn't try). I decided to be sensible and sat the day out. The good news was that Tarbat Ness is a great place; just a lighthouse at the edge of the land, and nothing else. I met an old fisherman who regaled me for hours with tales of hundreds of boats in Wick harbour etc.
Day 6 - Oh joy, a 4am wakeup to cross the Firth before the winds built up again. The crossing went well, and I landed at Hopeman where I dozed all day (I saw a group of sea paddlers head out east, was that you?). In the evening I put my head down and clocked a few miles east to the mouth of the River Spey. The last two hours were a nightmare, as a crazy headwind sprang up and I refused to cut the trip short. Painful. The Spey was chucking out lots of water (my first freshwater surf/ferryglide in a sea kayak!) and there was a dolphin sharing the spot with me.
Day 7 - Stiff headwind all day up to F7, I didn't launch. Nice spot though. Did some boats repairs and other dull jobs.
Day 8 - I headed a few miles to Buckie - this town has nothing to commend it, but I was able to pick up a few bits I needed. Then (after dozing on the beach, out in the rain) I did a long spurt east to the village of Gardenstown, a rather pretty fishing community clinging to a steep cliff. The coastal scenery kept improving all the way, and I arrived in time for a perfect sunset.
Day 9 - Yesterday. More bloody wind, but I forced a tiring passage about 12 miles to my present location. I was surprised to find that this coast has some really spectacular cliffs (quite unique formations, impossible to describe without seeing) and bird colonies, including the biggest gannet colony I've seen apart from Bass Rock. Much of this was wasted on me, as I was clinging onto my paddles in scary headwinds and downdraughts at the base of the cliffs. As a rule of thumb, I know it's too windy when my paddle blades are singing!
Well, that's it so far. All I request is a nice settled period of high pressure - lasting say, 4-5 days - and I can put my head down and wrap this thing up. Sadly, I don't think thats very likely, based on the weather I'm seeing so far.
Toodle pip,