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NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2003<br />
Go West, Young<br />
Man, Go West…<br />
Tony Morgan<br />
7th July 2000 had me flying to the west coast of<br />
America to start an 8 week holiday: what it actually<br />
started was three years of back and forth travelling,<br />
paddling, and travelling and living in the land of the<br />
free.<br />
My travels, in no particular order, had me <strong>Canoe</strong><br />
tripping in the Alaskan wilderness near the Arctic<br />
Circle, covered in a bug net, armed with a pump action<br />
shotgun as bear defence. Solo paddling class 4 rivers<br />
in British Columbia, camping among the rattlesnakes<br />
in Southern Oregon, launching in 9 inches of snow on<br />
the Rogue river, returning from Lewis and Clark’s<br />
“River of No Return” in Idaho. Paddling with US<br />
Olympic Paddlers, careering down the 200ft per mile<br />
gradient of Washington White Salmon, sub zero<br />
paddling in the rain forests of the Olympic Peninsula<br />
and gorges of Southern Oregon. Tarmac melting heat<br />
of California’s Trinity valley, 5 days of solid white<br />
water on the Smith River system amongst towering<br />
Redwoods. Paddling from the end of the apartment<br />
garden to downtown Portland, hitching up and down<br />
the Clackamas valley after paddling alone, driving 9<br />
hours to the river, shuttling cars 250 miles to the take<br />
out, launching over drops just to get a picture, having<br />
a 40th birthday on the river.<br />
And it wasn’t all paddling, it was riding a Harley down<br />
the Pacific Coast Highway, hiking in Yosemite, sailing<br />
in San Francisco Bay, shooting semi-automatic rifles<br />
in Oregon, skiing Mount Hood, rock climbing in<br />
Joshua Tree, canoe surfing at San Diego.<br />
It was cold beer, pot luck suppers, moose stakes, pick<br />
up trucks, hugging and hollering, corned beef hash for<br />
breakfast, campfires, cougars, bears, coyotes, buffalo,<br />
bold eagles, humming birds and rivers of salmon. Hot<br />
tubbing on the deck and hot springs under the stars,<br />
more beer, living in the woods, driving miles and miles<br />
on dirt roads, wall to wall sunshine, deep, deep snow,<br />
ice caves and more than I could ever explain here,<br />
“just do it” as they say.<br />
Here’s a little bit of how it started, the rest will<br />
probably stay in my head and the hundreds of slides<br />
lying around the house…
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Umpqua River and McKenzie River<br />
– Oregon<br />
It was like Mission Impossible without the<br />
music.<br />
Ring, Ring, “yes, call this number, next<br />
Thursday, for the details, beeeeeeeeeeep.”<br />
Next Thursday arrives. Ring, Ring “yes, go to<br />
Susan Creek campground, 8.30am, look on<br />
the notice board for instructions,<br />
beeeeeeeeeeep”.<br />
It all started in England several months before<br />
with an email to a paddler in California, now<br />
I’m camping below the freeway at Roseburge,<br />
entrance to the Umpqua valley and ultimately<br />
my rendezvous, in 12 hours, with the<br />
noticeboard and hopefully the email recipient.<br />
Hang on, did he say camping below the I5<br />
freeway, the main north, south, 24 hours a<br />
day, transport artery for the West Coast?<br />
Will that not be a less than ideal place to gain<br />
rest and relaxation before a week long white<br />
water paddling feast? Will it not be loud, very<br />
loud? Actually, not if you’re 70 years old and<br />
have your own custom moulded earplugs,<br />
which is the only way to describe the rest of<br />
the ‘campers’.<br />
Then I’m naked, stood in bright sunshine, on<br />
the top of a rock outcrop, miles from home,<br />
with two other, equally naked people… meet<br />
Thad and Ilse. Wow, paddling in the States is<br />
going to be, well, different! It wasn’t quite<br />
like that, there was breakfast in the Steamboat<br />
diner and a walk to the hot spring, but even so<br />
I had only met them an hour ago and we were<br />
in the buff. We soaked in the hot spring,<br />
looking out over the valley and got to know<br />
each other even better, obviously.<br />
I fulfilled neither of the criteria, but the<br />
consolation was that I didn’t get chance to<br />
over-sleep, in fact I didn’t get chance to sleep.<br />
From the campground travelling east you<br />
soon get to look at the river narrowing into a<br />
beautiful gorge as you get closer to the<br />
campground. There it is, Susan Creek, swing<br />
in round a few bends and almost run over the<br />
noticeboard as my head swivels left to right<br />
into each camp spot looking for boats.<br />
No note, aargh!<br />
Not to worry, I spot some boats and head for<br />
them, the owners head my way, brief<br />
introductions, quick discussion about securing<br />
more camping spots for the yet to arrive<br />
‘others’.<br />
Apparently they were the advance party, sent<br />
to secure camping spots for the other 20-odd<br />
that would arrive later in the day from<br />
California. A quick detour to check out a<br />
stunning double drop waterfall formed by a<br />
collapsed basalt lava tube was followed by<br />
more food at Diamond Lake before heading<br />
back to camp. The invasion had begun, two<br />
Californian paddling clubs, POST and Six<br />
Rivers, had headed north for their annual<br />
vacation, and when they vacate they do it in<br />
style. Trailer of boats, minibus, and camp<br />
kitchen with all the bits needed to seat, feed<br />
and clean up for all 23 of us. And the food!!!<br />
More introductions, nobody had a clue what<br />
language I was speaking but we were hugging<br />
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and smiling - we did however keep our<br />
clothes on this time. So this was the deal, I<br />
had cold called by email Eric and Joann and<br />
they invited me along saying I could borrow<br />
their boats, chip in for my share of the food,<br />
gas (oh sorry petroleum) and camp fees.<br />
Although I didn’t think about it at the time it<br />
struck me now that we resembled a travelling<br />
circus rather than a canoe club, we had the<br />
large vehicles, big tents, the clowns (you<br />
know who you are), glamorous daredevil<br />
ladies, no safety net, and the circus master: a<br />
man around who things happened - meet Don.<br />
Don was the axis upon which our little planet<br />
was spinning: a man who said “jump” and we<br />
said “how high?”<br />
So here I was, lounging around, having an<br />
after dinner wine, rather than a whinge, and<br />
signing up on the work rota for washing up,<br />
does it get much better than this? Actually it<br />
does and very quickly if you’re the first one<br />
down Boulder Drop on the Umpqua. I knew I<br />
could do this, but a nagging voice kept<br />
reminding me of my reputation for disaster,<br />
especially in borrowed boats. Here I was in<br />
Joann’s brand new Dagger Ovation heading<br />
down the drop with an audience of new found<br />
friends checking I could do the right, left, left,<br />
right, right, left move I’d explained, and miss<br />
the magnetic rock which was calling my<br />
name. Don’t you love it when a plan comes<br />
together? Pool drop is how the book describes<br />
it, pool drop it was, the drops were never hard<br />
but usually interesting and the pools, wow!<br />
The water was so clear and the valley scenery<br />
was almost too perfect, rock walls and towers<br />
draped in trees, oh yeah, and sunshine.<br />
We were all in open boats, something I found<br />
a novelty, and usually being a lone single<br />
blader among the plastic maggots (kayaks, it’s<br />
an American thing!). We weren’t the only<br />
ones in the group on the water that day; the<br />
others had gone for an easier section. This<br />
would be the usual game plan because the<br />
group was mixed in ability and in age, from<br />
Jacob who was 18 months old to Winni who<br />
was 75 years young. Back to camp, animated<br />
talking, lots of eating, nightcap, zip chorus<br />
and bed.<br />
Zip chorus became an art form by the end of<br />
the week, we had to squeeze the tents close<br />
together to save space and some people<br />
insisted on promoting insomnia with<br />
excessive zip abuse. Obviously the culprit<br />
would like to remain anonymous, but we<br />
know it was you Joan. Anyway it became a<br />
bedtime ritual to play a tune with the tent<br />
zips, this fulfilled Joan’s obsessive,<br />
compulsive behaviour deformity and we<br />
actually got quite good at it; Gordon had great<br />
vibrato. Not so much a quartet as a quar-tent,<br />
with such favourites as zip-ody-doo-da. It also<br />
helped mask the noise of Bonnie’s snoring for<br />
a while. Whether the rest of the camp site<br />
agreed is still unknown, but it puts the term<br />
‘gun control’ into a whole new light, as no<br />
late night shots headed in our direction.<br />
So this was the daily deal, the breakfast crew<br />
would cook American breakfast for all of us<br />
at 7:00. This consisted of foodstuffs that were<br />
not normally on the same supermarket shelf<br />
let alone the same plate. Whoever originally<br />
designed this breakfast had some sort strange<br />
food association dyslexia: sausage and syrup,<br />
come on! Or maybe it was like this: The first<br />
pioneers landing in America and someone<br />
saying “What’s for breakfast?” Imagine the<br />
scene, your mother’s thousands of miles away<br />
eating gruel in the industrial revolution; she<br />
can’t say “we usually have porridge and<br />
sawdust”. So they go ahead and invent an<br />
“anything you want, no rules from your past”<br />
meal. Welcome the American break-feast. It<br />
is a work of genius, it didn’t taste good… it<br />
was great! No way was I going to admit to<br />
surviving on cornflakes, skimmed milk and<br />
weak coffee for 37 years, I kept my mouth<br />
shut and mixed my foodstuffs, the king is<br />
dead long live the king.<br />
After breakfast my ‘team’ and I would do the<br />
washing up in several buckets, this was like a<br />
production line, dirty pots would enter one<br />
end and sparkle at the other, cold soak, hot<br />
rinse, hot water and soap, hot water bleach,<br />
cold rinse, at least that was the plan. For me<br />
getting the buckets in the right order everyday<br />
was like sitting my school exams three times<br />
a day. Luckily I could cheat by asking those<br />
who were bucket savvy the answer, then bask<br />
in the knowledge of good grades. Dinner was<br />
a self assembly job of various bread, meat or<br />
cheese of your choice, salad, spreads, cookies,<br />
chips, nuts, juice, fruit, the list went on and so<br />
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did the food, all laid out and filling each side<br />
of the 15’ long boat trailer - 10 yards of food!<br />
And here’s the wild part it: was still only<br />
9:00am, 23 people fed, dinner made, cleaned<br />
up and ready for the river.<br />
Evening meal was usually nibbles to start<br />
while we (non-cooking rota types) sat<br />
drinking cold beer and wine watching the<br />
dinner crew creating gastronomic miracles<br />
and even desserts. The clean up crew then<br />
sprung - or staggered - into action with the<br />
bucket test, before evening cocktails,<br />
exaggerated stories of the day's activity and<br />
the zip concerto.<br />
So it went on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,<br />
paddling each day, usually two groups on<br />
different stretches. A highlight for most was<br />
the Steamboat rapid section, on this day a few<br />
people were pushing their grade, we had a<br />
couple of swims, some more dramatic than<br />
others. Those wanting to avoid the hardest<br />
rapid walked around while I did a sort of valet<br />
service bringing boats down a sneak route on<br />
river right - no charge obviously as I didn’t<br />
have a work visa. Did I mention the raft? This<br />
was a sort of aquatic crèche, all the kids (did I<br />
mention the kids?) would travel in this with<br />
Charlie, Marcus or equally responsible adult<br />
(ha, ha if only) at the oars, like martinis they<br />
would return shaken but not stirred. The raft<br />
was usually on the easier trip and as I had<br />
spent most time on the frothier stuff I<br />
volunteered to go with the gremlin group, as a<br />
sort of “Trip Leader”. This grand title was<br />
later translated to “the one to go first and<br />
point out what not to hit, then be used as<br />
target practice for the gremlins and the arsenal<br />
of water propelling apparatus”. On the biggest<br />
rapid of the day I was treated to watching Ilse,<br />
a self confessed beginner, invent a new line<br />
down the rapid, mind over matter, she didn’t<br />
mind and the rocks didn’t matter. It was a<br />
great trip, floating, swimming, rapids and I<br />
got chance to reverse the big V8 Dodge van<br />
with the trailer on. What more do you want?<br />
Oh yes, there was sunshine.<br />
Then back to the campground and the food<br />
fest. It isn’t all paddling though, the<br />
campground has an amphitheatre used for<br />
evening lecture by the rangers, and they also<br />
do guided walks in the area detailing flowers,<br />
fauna and wildlife. On the subject of wildlife<br />
the gremlins had a great interest in this<br />
subject and would regularly turn up with a<br />
hostage from the forest such as a giant<br />
Banana slug, various lizards and snakes.<br />
There was an audible hiss/croak/squelch of<br />
relief when they finally left. However they<br />
did find two very nervous, starved, and stray<br />
kittens, started feeding and eventually caught<br />
them. This led to Eric, Joann and Amy taking<br />
the kittens to the animal shelter on the way to<br />
the McKenzie River. Eric was obviously an<br />
animal lover; he had his faithful hound with<br />
him and was always calling its name,<br />
Nomoojinono. It took a couple of days before<br />
I realised the truth, No, Mooji, No, NO!...<br />
apparently some dogs are not as obedient as<br />
others. One of the ‘others’ was Chuck and<br />
Jan’s hound, which was simply called Raven,<br />
who patiently absorbed all the stick prodding<br />
and tail pulling that young Jacob supplied<br />
without eating him and his sticks. I later<br />
found out that this dog had the distinction of<br />
having a home brewed cider named after him.<br />
On a subsequent visit I was offered<br />
Ravensdrool cider, which I assumed was a<br />
Bavarian traditional drink. Only when I saw<br />
the picture on the label, of Raven, tongue<br />
lolling out and dripping spittle did the penny<br />
drop. Ahhh, Ravens Drool, very droll. There<br />
is also lovely walking along the Umpqua and<br />
a long distance path follows a hundred miles<br />
through pristine forests and glades. You could<br />
access this from the camp and have an<br />
evening stroll if you had any energy left.<br />
Mid week and it was up roots and head west<br />
to the highway, north to the next valley and<br />
east up the McKenzie valley, to where else<br />
but Paradise.<br />
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Welcome to Paradise, this was the campsite<br />
for the second half of the week, on the banks<br />
of the fast and cold McKenzie River, which<br />
cooled Chuck and Jan’s beer to perfection.<br />
With our, or rather their, military efficiency<br />
(some may have been related to Roman<br />
Legionnaires, they even had the sandals) the<br />
camp was up in a jiffy and before I knew it<br />
we were loading Bob’s huge pickup and<br />
heading to put in upstream. The water here is<br />
different than its southern neighbour, it’s fast<br />
- like 6-7mph fast - and cold. Like, “Bloody<br />
hell that’s freezing!”, and it keeps going down<br />
hill, not in boulder rapids more small drops,<br />
standing waves. Not too hard to paddle but<br />
not too pleasant to swim if it went a bit pear<br />
shaped, there’s only a few eddies to stop in<br />
and collect the bits. Luckily our bits stayed in<br />
place all the way to the take out, a fast blast.<br />
As if there wasn’t enough joy in my world<br />
Ilse found a hotpool right by the river, coming<br />
out of a small cave. Evening soaks in 102<br />
degrees followed a plunge in the cold river<br />
not 6 feet away. Taking care not to lose your<br />
footing and get swept down the McKenzie at<br />
6-7mph - a hypothermic aquatic streaker.<br />
More paddling followed, the valley not as<br />
open as the Umpqua would pass by at a rate<br />
of knots in a tunnel of trees, mist rising off<br />
the water in the mornings. Ten miles would<br />
fly by in no time. Evening trips further afield<br />
to another hot springs at Cougar reservoir,<br />
proved to be time well spent. Here a staircase<br />
of hot pools dropped down a small gorge,<br />
hottest at the top cooling lower down, take<br />
your pick.<br />
Before you know it the breakfast crew had<br />
sizzled their last sausage and it was time to<br />
go. Some left on Saturday morning facing a<br />
long drive south to California; those of us<br />
staying for the night waved them off and went<br />
for a walk. The destination was the waterfalls<br />
near the source of the McKenzie, here the<br />
river tumbles over several big drops most of<br />
which have been paddled, but you have to<br />
wonder how. The most noticeable thing is the<br />
cold coming off the water, buckets of it, rising<br />
up and out of the gorge into the trees. Then<br />
there were two, only Ilse and I were left, I had<br />
no need to return to Portland until Tuesday so<br />
of I went to the phone box and called another<br />
paddler I’d never spoke to before. Twenty<br />
minutes later a smile had returned, next<br />
morning I’d meet a group of paddlers, doing a<br />
lower section of the McKenzie and although I<br />
had no boat they would very kindly lend me a<br />
Dagger Atom for the day. “Have a nice day.”<br />
What followed was a day’s paddling, a new<br />
group of paddlers to confuse with my accent,<br />
a Mexican meal, bed for the night, breakfast<br />
(not quite the standard I had become<br />
accustomed to, but acceptable).<br />
At breakfast Dave was a little slow<br />
announcing that I could “help myself to<br />
things to eat”: at this stage I already had my<br />
arms deep in the cupboards, like a<br />
gastronomic gynaecologist. Dave then<br />
announced that “this was a relaxed and<br />
informal house”. His next comments didn’t<br />
quite confirm this though, as I was asked to<br />
“move from my chair” before being told to<br />
“use the napkin” and “you’ve got my cup”.<br />
Win friends and influence people… I’m<br />
working on it!<br />
The morning’s events did however give me an<br />
early start, travelling to the canoe shop,<br />
owned by Jim. With a big wave I left,<br />
knowing I was unlikely to ever be invited<br />
back.<br />
The canoe shop in question didn’t open till<br />
10:00 and it was not quite 8:30 when I<br />
arrived. Only one thing to do in this situation:<br />
cleansing and grooming. Off to the laundry<br />
and join the Mexican women doing there<br />
Monday morning detergent thing. Using the<br />
car as a drying horse for all the paddling gear<br />
and keeping an eye on my drying cycle I relax<br />
with a book and the great smell of Daz.<br />
Next stop the barbers, adjacent to the still<br />
unopened canoe shop: in the chair, off with<br />
the hair. This included a neck shave with a<br />
cutthroat razor and liberal doses of a menthol<br />
liquid that made my neck go all prickly -<br />
anyone who has ever had a petrol syphoning<br />
adventure go wrong will be familiar with the<br />
prickle.<br />
So with squeaky clean clothes, a big white<br />
line indicating the outline of my previous<br />
hairstyle and a neck smelling of nasal spray, I<br />
march into the shop, dollars in hand, speaking<br />
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an unknown language wanting to buy some<br />
plastic. The plastic in question is a Dagger<br />
Quake. I paddle it on the canal next to the<br />
shop, and do the deal. Jim lets me cut and<br />
glue foam in and play around with it which<br />
takes me most of the day. Some customers<br />
think I’m an employee and ask the price of<br />
things, I just say help yourself everything is<br />
free today. If they knew what I was saying<br />
they may have laughed as much as me,<br />
instead they just smiled.<br />
I can’t take the boat away because the hire car<br />
has no roofrack but I intend to solve that the<br />
next day and collect it on my return south.<br />
Have boat will travel. Did I mention the sun<br />
was shining?<br />
[This is only one of many stories which Tony<br />
has sent me: if I’d printed them all there<br />
wouldn’t have been any room for anything<br />
else! The stories will continue in future issues<br />
– MS]<br />
Seaquest<br />
A search for Adventure!<br />
September 13th 2003<br />
A combination of high tides, sunny weather, a<br />
light breeze and over forty entries contributed to<br />
the success of this inaugural event on the River<br />
Wyre. Outdoor Adventure Group from the<br />
Blackpool area had originally proposed a single<br />
event of 22km taking in a dozen checkpoints<br />
(orienteering style) and aimed at the sea kayak /<br />
marathon paddler but also laid on a shorter 16km<br />
distance in response to requests from local<br />
paddlers who wanted to participate in a<br />
competitive event.<br />
The Mayor and Mayoress of Fleetwood, Mr and<br />
Mrs. Leadbetter, started off the 16km event to<br />
Stanah and back, and then set competitors off on<br />
the 22km event to Shard Bridge. A rush to locate<br />
checkpoints and punch route cards ensued with<br />
paddlers arriving from various points of the<br />
compass. The course was set out in order to take<br />
advantage of the rising and falling tide which<br />
appeared to be a successful plan, although the<br />
leaders set an aggressive pace in an attempt to<br />
prove the race organiser wrong.<br />
J. Willacy set out to show that his journey to<br />
Fleetwood had not been wasted by covering the<br />
22km in under two and a half hours and was<br />
followed by paddlers supporting the event from<br />
local, Lakeland and Rutland Water clubs.<br />
Two solo open boaters closed the event in a<br />
breeze-affected four hours and all competitors<br />
received a welcome stick of rock on their return<br />
to the finish. Many of the visitors used the<br />
weekend to visit the sights of Fleetwood and<br />
further afield, and some enjoyed a walk along<br />
Blackpool promenade to view the Illuminations.<br />
Our thanks to all who supported the event, keep<br />
a space in your diary for Saturday 18th<br />
September 2004. See you then.<br />
22km Men<br />
1 st J. Willacy 2:24:00<br />
2 nd M. Mills 2:44:12<br />
3 rd M. Huddlestan 2:45:28<br />
22km Ladies<br />
1 st K. Simpson 3:02:41<br />
2 nd C. Pittendriegh 3:35:26<br />
3 rd H. Jeffries 3:41:00<br />
16km<br />
1 st D. Eldershaw 2:49:23<br />
2 nd C. Brazenhall 2:55:13<br />
3 rd R. Land. 2:55:32<br />
My sincere thanks to all who assisted in making<br />
this event such a success. Many thanks to John<br />
and Susanne for their administrative duties<br />
during the event and special thanks to Mereside<br />
Youth <strong>Club</strong> for manning the Shard, Knott End<br />
and Wardley checkpoints.<br />
Pete Roscoe<br />
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AGM 2003<br />
Notice is hereby given that the <strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong> AGM will be held on Thursday 26 th February<br />
2004 at 8:00pm at Fulwood Leisure Centre.<br />
This meeting is open to every <strong>Club</strong> member and is your opportunity to raise any issues you may<br />
have about the <strong>Club</strong>, its organisation and the way you want the <strong>Club</strong> to be run in future. Items of<br />
discussion for inclusion on the Agenda and proposals for new committee members are therefore<br />
invited and should be notified in writing to the Hon. Secretary, Martin Stockdale no later than 31st<br />
December 2003.<br />
Current Committee members are:<br />
Chairman Terry Maddock *<br />
Secretary<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
Treasurer<br />
John Kington<br />
Competition Secretary Vacant<br />
Quartermaster<br />
Steve Swarbrick<br />
General Committee<br />
Co-opted during 2003<br />
Resigned during 2003<br />
Tom Byrne<br />
Peter Jones<br />
Tim Langridge<br />
Brian Woodhouse<br />
Jacky Draper<br />
Maria Parkes<br />
Dave Ellison<br />
Michael Moul<br />
Tony Moul<br />
Chris Porter<br />
Those marked * are due to retire by rotation (every 2 years) and being eligible offer themselves for<br />
re-election.<br />
The General Committee propose the following members for election onto the general committee:<br />
Jacky Draper<br />
Maria Parkes<br />
Proposals for the role of Competition Secretary, as well as any other proposals for committee<br />
members are most welcome and should be notified to Martin Stockdale as described above.<br />
Agreement will then be sought at the AGM.<br />
The full Agenda for the AGM will be posted in the January edition of the newsletter.<br />
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Macclesfield<br />
Revisited<br />
Sunday 28th September, 2003<br />
Paddlers: Tom and Robert Byrne, Clive<br />
and Janet Robinson, Janet Porter, Hazel<br />
Gilkes and Helen James.<br />
The somewhat reduced numbers on this trip<br />
were due to a combination of illness, late<br />
holidays and other commitments.<br />
We paddled on the Macclesfield Canal in a<br />
northerly direction last year during some<br />
pretty cold weather. This time we started once<br />
again at Whitley Green but turned south.<br />
Having found a perfectly good canal side car<br />
park we might as well make use of it<br />
especially as there are no locks for at least<br />
eight miles. The weather was bright and<br />
sunny when we set off although there were<br />
some chunky looking clouds on the horizon.<br />
As it turned out these never really bothered<br />
us, we had a little drizzle but on the whole<br />
most of us kept warm.<br />
kayaks. I think we got in the way a bit: do we<br />
care? Not much.<br />
Shortly after setting off we came to the first of<br />
the three mills we were to pass today all of<br />
which were built at about the same time as the<br />
canal. One was a textiles mill, one a silk mill<br />
and the last the old Hovis mill; all have been<br />
beautifully restored though now fulfil new<br />
functions.<br />
Getting into the boats at Whitley Green was<br />
interesting. The canal side here is quite high,<br />
several of us were stung on nettles, there were<br />
a lot of moving narrow boats and some sort of<br />
canoe marathon was going on with folk<br />
breaking the speed limit in double racing<br />
The canal is fairly overgrown considering the<br />
amount of traffic that uses it making it narrow<br />
in places. Whilst this could be a bit of<br />
nuisance when boats approached from the<br />
opposite direction it did give it a wilderness<br />
feel – or it would have done if it hadn’t been<br />
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for the Sunday afternoon dog walkers on the<br />
towpath and the nearby noise of model<br />
aircraft.<br />
The canal skirts round to the east of<br />
Macclesfield so never gets very urbanised;<br />
there was some litter but not much and a<br />
couple of kids on one of the bridges threw a<br />
handful of grit at one of the boats but on the<br />
whole it was ok. We were still right on the<br />
edge of town when we stopped for lunch at<br />
Holland’s Bridge.<br />
Once again this was one of those flat<br />
water/touring trips where not much happened.<br />
Speaking personally I prefer it that way, I<br />
have reached an age now when I realise that<br />
life’s short, why shorten it? The picnic,<br />
however, was memorable.<br />
of course, the horse bit him on the backside.<br />
Luckily for him the only thing injured was<br />
Robert’s pride as he was wearing his old<br />
canoeing shorts and the horse’s teeth just<br />
bounced off – we feel neoprene now has a<br />
new selling point.<br />
As we were getting back into our boats a<br />
nearby householder called over to us and<br />
offered us a canoe that she had found<br />
abandoned some months ago. We didn’t even<br />
ask to see it; I don’t know how she thought<br />
we would get it back. So if anyone wants a<br />
free boat, the woman in the house opposite<br />
the field with the white horse near bridge 39<br />
on the Macclesfield Canal has got one. We<br />
promised we’d pass the message on.<br />
Today’s was a very leisurely trip but Robert<br />
began to feel the cold so shot off to the get out<br />
and then sat on the edge of the canal getting<br />
colder while he waited for the rest of us.<br />
All the fishermen we saw today were<br />
politeness itself. We saw four little boys<br />
fishing, one of whom only had a little stick<br />
with a bit of line tied to it; I wonder if he<br />
caught anything. I once heard of a child<br />
catching a salmon on the Conwy using this<br />
method so it does sometimes work. (I know<br />
the man who rescued him!)<br />
Robert befriended a white horse, nicknamed<br />
Shergar (though I felt it had more of a look of<br />
Desert Orchid), which lived in the field<br />
alongside the towpath at our picnic site. He<br />
sat on the wall and fed it salt and vinegar<br />
Pringles. I did try to warn him that this thing<br />
had a mouth like a piano keyboard and bigger<br />
teeth than a shark but Robert seemed to think<br />
that it had characteristics similar to those of a<br />
kitten. As soon as the food stopped coming,<br />
The get out was as interesting as the get in. It<br />
was a good job there were a few people on the<br />
bank to help us, there were no swims but it<br />
was a close call. After collecting a few<br />
conkers in the car park it was off to the<br />
Windmill for rehydration before the journey<br />
home.<br />
Janet Porter<br />
Weil’s disease<br />
Peter from UK <strong>Canoe</strong>s saw the two people<br />
involved in the local outbreak last month -<br />
one still looked distinctly yellow.<br />
It is very much up to the individual to decide<br />
whether to paddle, as well as take precautions<br />
- shower after using the Lune/canal, cover up<br />
open skin, no rolling/capsize drill etc<br />
Please contact Laurence or Peter at UK<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong>s on 01254 388850 to check on the<br />
latest situation.<br />
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Sea Scouts out & about…<br />
Cast: Young people various and several Sea<br />
Scout leaders<br />
Why is a Sea Scout troop featuring in the<br />
<strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong> newsletter? Well, we have<br />
been affiliate members for a couple of years<br />
after Martin Stockdale persuaded us it would<br />
be a “good idea”. Since then several of our<br />
Scouts attended the beginners course in the<br />
pool, I have tried the rolling course and we<br />
have received coaching from Dave Ellison<br />
and 1* assessment from Terry Maddock. We<br />
have recently discovered the delights of the<br />
‘open’ sessions at Fulwood pool.<br />
What have been the highlights so far? Daniel<br />
Stockdale performing a variety of rolls to<br />
impress a visiting Royal Navy Officer is<br />
pretty high on the list. Out of 31 Scouts, 16<br />
have passed the 1* BCU test and two of them<br />
have higher awards. With the adults we have<br />
available, we have also helped at Fylde Scout<br />
District and West Lancashire Scout County<br />
events. Spending money on new equipment is<br />
nice – last year we bid for a grant from LCC<br />
and were successful. Putting on boating<br />
sessions for other Scout troops has been<br />
appreciated.<br />
What else have we done connected to<br />
canoeing? We meet in the summer at<br />
Fairhaven Lake in St. Anne’s and the Scouts<br />
take part in kayaking training and activities<br />
(and pulling, sailing and safety boat work).<br />
The leaders in charge of each activity have<br />
various qualifications and we have several<br />
very helpful parents on hand as well.<br />
During the rest of the year we take Scouts up<br />
to the Water Activities Centre at Moor Crag<br />
and have a good paddle on Windermere. We<br />
have also visited the Royal Navy training<br />
facilities at Portsmouth harbour where we<br />
stay on a Type 82 destroyer and take part in a<br />
wide range of Sea Scout activities.<br />
Is there a downside? Capsizing in Fairhaven<br />
Lake is not great especially with 6 inches of<br />
unmentionable black mud at the bottom. We<br />
have felt frustration at not being able to<br />
develop our own skills and those of the<br />
Scouts. We have to cope with an incredible<br />
variety of gear – ‘no two boats the same’ used<br />
to be our motto. The cost of boat hire at some<br />
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of the campsites and centres we have been to<br />
can be prohibitive.<br />
What’s next? A river trip for some of the<br />
adults and more experienced Scouts would be<br />
good. I would like to aim for my 3* test.<br />
More visits to the open sessions are planned<br />
as everyone enjoyed the Friday nights in<br />
September and October. Keeping it fun for<br />
everyone has been important and long may it<br />
continue.<br />
Paul Andrew<br />
Scout Leader<br />
1st Lytham St. Anne’s (St<br />
Cuthbert’s) Sea Scout Troop.<br />
New club members<br />
Well, that might be pushing the point a bit!<br />
I’m sure that everybody will be pleased to<br />
hear that Andy and Michelle Rushton have a<br />
new son, Stuart Matthew, who was born on<br />
Wednesday, 15th Oct, at 10:20am, weighing<br />
8lb 8oz. The birth was by elected cesarean<br />
section so it was a very traumatic experience<br />
for Andy, though Michelle thought it was<br />
easy!<br />
Also, Simon and Catherine Cole have a new<br />
baby girl – I’m afraid I don’t know her name<br />
or the details.<br />
Our best wishes go to both sets of parents. I’ll<br />
be expecting membership forms for the<br />
children as soon as possible!<br />
If anybody is wondering about the relevance<br />
of the photo to this article, the answer is –<br />
none whatsoever, I just thought it was a rather<br />
nice shot of Daniel, Helen James, and Steve<br />
Swarbrick on the Greta last Sunday. A report<br />
will hopefully follow next issue.<br />
155 Shakespeare Street, Southport, PR8 5AN<br />
T el / Fax: 01704 501818<br />
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Chairman's Chat<br />
Wrong again! In the last edition I opined that<br />
the summer was over. I'm sat here on 12<br />
November with the mid-day sun streaming<br />
through the windows and bird song bubbling<br />
through the open door. The brambles covering<br />
my future garden are full of flowers again and<br />
bright blue combs of vetch adorn the hedge<br />
on the lane outside. And no, I haven't<br />
emigrated. Global warming? – great isn't it!<br />
Halton (on the River Lune at Lancaster)<br />
began with a vengeance. Our first Sunday saw<br />
a very low water level at 11:00 am rising later<br />
to force us off the water (all but a hardy few)<br />
at 1:00 pm. The level must have risen by 4<br />
feet (1.2m) over less than an hour. It was<br />
interesting to note that an early sign of the rise<br />
came in the form of twigs, leaves, branches<br />
and then tree trunks swept down on the front<br />
of the "flood" wave. The second Sunday had<br />
the level back down again to even lower than<br />
at the start of the first. Nevertheless a good<br />
time was had by the many paddlers there and<br />
a lot of learning went on. The dribbling scores<br />
of several beginners/intermediates are getting<br />
a last minute boost before the book closes on<br />
31 December. The fight for the d'<strong>Ribble</strong>r's<br />
Award is hotting up.<br />
Of course, November signalled the opening of<br />
access on most canoeing rivers and all we<br />
need now is the rain to wash us down them.<br />
Keep an eye on the calendar and ring up the<br />
contact if you want to go on a trip or if you<br />
want advice on whether the trip is suitable for<br />
you. I have annotated trips as Flat, Moving or<br />
White Water. Moving Water will usually be<br />
Grade 1 or 2 with White Water Grade 3 or<br />
over. Don't forget though that water level can<br />
completely change the Grade of a river so you<br />
could be encouraged to go on a trip and then<br />
advised against it on the day.<br />
It appears that the North West Junior League<br />
for canoe polo has not survived this year, so<br />
Jacky is concentrating the club’s junior<br />
competition activities on slalom for the<br />
coming season with an intention to review<br />
junior polo for next autumn.<br />
Please make a note in your diaries of the<br />
club's Annual General Meeting on Thursday<br />
26 February 2004. It's a social event as well<br />
as dealing with the formalities (which are kept<br />
to a minimum). The food is greatly subsidised<br />
by the club and the following awards are<br />
presented:-<br />
• The Driftwood Trophy awarded to the<br />
member whose paddling ability has<br />
improved the most during the last year.<br />
Current holder: Tony Davis.<br />
• The Competition Trophy awarded to the<br />
member who has performed the best in<br />
competition during the last year. Current<br />
holder: The Junior Polo Team.<br />
• The Junior Challenge Trophy awarded to<br />
the member under the age of 18 who has<br />
achieved the most in the past year, be it in<br />
improved paddling ability or competition.<br />
Current holder: Richard Draper.<br />
• The Author of the Year Trophy awarded<br />
to the writer of the best newsletter article<br />
in the last year. Current holder: Janet<br />
Porter.<br />
• The Philip Singleton Memorial Trophy<br />
awarded for contributions to the club. It is<br />
not awarded every year, only when the<br />
committee feel that a club member has<br />
made significant contributions to the club<br />
which should be recognised. Current<br />
holder: Steve Wilkinson.<br />
• The d’<strong>Ribble</strong>r Trophy awarded to the<br />
member who gains the most swimming<br />
points during the year as recorded by Tom<br />
Byrne. Current holder: Daniel Stockdale.<br />
It could be yooooooooooouuuu – so come<br />
along and find out.<br />
In the meantime for incorrigible socialites<br />
there's the Christmas Do at Ferrari's, Thornley<br />
near Longridge. If you haven't yet booked<br />
with Ian McCrerie - there's still just time.<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
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PARTY<br />
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NEW VENUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
WITH RIBBLE<br />
CHRISTMAS DINNER & DISCO<br />
AT FERRARI’S Country House Hotel<br />
Thornley, Longridge.<br />
FRIDAY 5 th DECEMBER<br />
FOR THE MEAL CHOOSE FROM THE FOLLOWING:<br />
STARTERS:-<br />
MUSHROOMS SAUTEED IN STILTON SAUCE.<br />
MELON GARNISHED WITH FRUIT,<br />
HOMEMADE PATE, SERVED WITH MELBA TOAST.<br />
PRAWNS SALAD.<br />
SOUP OF THE DAY,<br />
INVOLTINI Di AGNELLO, (LAMB & SESAME SEED FILO PARCELS)<br />
MAIN COURSE:-<br />
ROAST TURKEYAND CRANBERRY SAUCE.<br />
FILLET OF SALMON COATED WITH A SAFFRON & TARRAGON SAUCE.<br />
ROAST DUCK & ORANGE SAUCE.<br />
SIRLOIN STEAK DIANE,<br />
POT ROAST SHOULDER OF LAMB WITH MINT GRAVY.<br />
VEGETABLE & PASTA BAKE.<br />
SWEETS:-<br />
CHOICE OF SWEETS OR CHRISTMAS PUDDING & RUM SAUCE<br />
COFFEE AND MINTS.<br />
Party night price £20.00. To book, ring or<br />
E-mail Ian or Ann.<br />
All bookings must be followed by full payment as soon as possible to guarantee a<br />
place, closing date… when we’re full!<br />
Please return this slip with your remittance to Ian McCrerie, Mellow Close, 780<br />
Whittingham Road, Goosnargh, Preston, PR3 2AY. Cheques made payable to <strong>Ribble</strong><br />
<strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong>.<br />
NAMES-___________________________________________________________________<br />
PHONE No / e-mail-__________________________________________________________<br />
STARTER-_________________________________________________________________<br />
MAINCOURSE-_____________________________________________________________<br />
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Beginners' Trip<br />
Sunday 05 October 2003<br />
Cast of 26 !!!: Me (Terry), Tony Morgan,<br />
Tim Langridge, Helen James, Daniel &<br />
Martin Stockdale, Mark Loftus, Mark Allton,<br />
Martin Walmsley, Sam King, Ian Krauklis,<br />
Keith & Philip Lawton, Peter & Sarah Benett,<br />
Martin & Charles Atherton, Ray<br />
Worthington, Adam & Karl, Stephen Miller,<br />
Steve, Sue, Andrew, Sam & Alex Green.<br />
phone call from the Greens. It began to dawn<br />
on me that several experienced paddlers and<br />
instructors would be away on the Scottish<br />
Trip (it's bad luck to say the exact location).<br />
PANIC! But thankfully a visit to Burrs is a<br />
different kettle of fish than a Wenning Trip<br />
and a higher proportion of beginners to<br />
experienced paddlers could be tolerated.<br />
Location: Burrs<br />
Conditions: Weather sunny but cool. Water<br />
levels very low.<br />
I know it said the River Wenning on the<br />
calendar, but a look at the water level there on<br />
the Thursday convinced me that wheels<br />
would be necessary to get down. Although<br />
levels at Burrs would be low, the river<br />
channel there has been adapted for low flows<br />
and the man on the telephone assured me that<br />
the big weir was do-able (so a bit of<br />
excitement there then).<br />
The list of people booking on the trip grew<br />
steadily as the date approached until Friday<br />
when the numbers jumped by 5 with one<br />
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In the event, I think everyone enjoyed the day<br />
and the weather was more benign than<br />
expected. The big 17 ft (5m) high weir at the<br />
top end of the site provided much excitement<br />
and one swim when Mark Allton found his<br />
first moving water experience very moving as<br />
he tried to turn a corner (that wasn't there) at<br />
the bottom of the weir. Sue Green left a<br />
paddle stuck in the stonework part way down<br />
and Steve had to hang from the top by his<br />
ankles to dislodge it.<br />
There was little useful to play on below the<br />
big weir until the small weir and pool below<br />
the access bridge and the three small waves<br />
below that. Here we could practise ferry<br />
gliding and breaking in and out of current as<br />
well as trying to get a complete line of us<br />
across the bottom of the weir.<br />
And after lunch we did it all over again. I was<br />
pretty tired by the time we got off the river<br />
and I went to bed at 9 o'clock that night – so<br />
I'd definitely had an enjoyable and<br />
exhilarating day. I hope everyone else did and<br />
many thanks to the experienced paddlers for<br />
their much needed support.<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
Lack of Committee?<br />
In the last year we have lost a number of<br />
committee members who have had to resign<br />
for various reasons. Although we have coopted<br />
two people onto the committee, we are<br />
still very short of committee members which<br />
means the remaining few end up with an<br />
awful lot of work to do.<br />
Being a member of the committee is not an<br />
onerous task. The committee meets every two<br />
months for approximately 2 hours at the Hand<br />
& Dagger and discusses and plans the clubs<br />
activities. Committee members may also be<br />
asked to take on jobs which can be sorted out<br />
between one meeting and the next.<br />
None of these jobs are very difficult or time<br />
consuming, and since we are all strongly<br />
opposed to un-necessary work we will not ask<br />
for jobs to be done unless they are really<br />
important!<br />
So, if you have a bit of time to spare and want<br />
to help out with the running of the club, or<br />
you want to have more of a say in what the<br />
club does, please get in touch with me before<br />
the AGM to stand for election to the<br />
committee!<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
Instructor Training<br />
The club is greatly in need of new qualified<br />
instructors. To this end I am collecting names<br />
of those prepared to undertake training,<br />
initially to instructor (grade2) level. This<br />
training is not to be undertaken lightly as<br />
there is a lot of background training such as<br />
first aid to be done, as well as the canoe<br />
instructing. This will require several<br />
weekends to complete.<br />
I will be drawing on all resources in terms of<br />
funding this training which means that those<br />
who complete the training must be prepared<br />
to give their time to instruct others.<br />
Those that wish to consider starting this<br />
course should be locally based and anticipate<br />
remaining so for the next few years. If you<br />
want to be considered for this course please<br />
forward your name and basic details including<br />
canoe experience to myself. Alternatively<br />
contact me first if you want to discuss this<br />
further.<br />
Tim Langridge<br />
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Cyclades Chronicle<br />
October 2003<br />
I’d been out to the Greek island of Milos for<br />
two weeks last year and enjoyed spectacular<br />
multicoloured cliff scenery from warm deep<br />
clear seas, whilst there a mention to Rod<br />
Feldtmann (www.seakayakgreece.com) that<br />
an island-hopping trip might be a good idea<br />
struck home. A multi island tour to Santorini<br />
and a possible return had been top of Rod’s<br />
wish list for some time; this year (2003) was<br />
time to achieve that goal.<br />
Rod, an Australian, married to Petrinela and<br />
father of two daughters, has organised sea<br />
kayaking tours from his home in Milos for<br />
several years and for this adventure recruited<br />
Jeff and Heidi from Montana, USA to<br />
accompany him. I was keen to sample warm<br />
days and sleeping on sun warmed beaches and<br />
needed very little persuasion to make up the<br />
team.<br />
Wednesday 1 st Oct<br />
The peace and quiet of the local village was<br />
disturbed as Jeff and I dashed around for<br />
provisions, Rod picked up Heidi from the<br />
Airport and we assembled at our departure<br />
port of Pallonia. Heidi had been subject to<br />
delays on her air travel and had the task of<br />
loading up a kayak and setting off within a<br />
mere couple of hours of arriving on Milos.<br />
Last minute purchases of bread, goodies and<br />
supplies of water were crammed into the<br />
remaining corners of the kayaks and we were<br />
on our way.<br />
Heading northeast we soon reached Kymolos,<br />
skirted the south end of Poliegos and gazed at<br />
the cliffs, spires and pinnacles of this<br />
uninhabited island. As we followed the<br />
island’s east coast to our destination an<br />
increasing wind slowed progress and it was<br />
with some relief when we landed on the beach<br />
in near dark conditions.<br />
Thursday 2 nd<br />
The wind persisted throughout the night,<br />
building up a disturbed sea and our departure<br />
was delayed until midday when a “go for it”<br />
decision was made. The 23km crossing to<br />
Folegandros is open to the winds and<br />
estimates that we were subject to a Force 6<br />
meant re-adjustments to our compass bearing.<br />
Some three hours of paddling and several<br />
sweep strokes later we were able to pick out<br />
features on the cliffs and relax a little as we<br />
put the wind to our backs and headed south.<br />
Huge smiles were exchanged as we landed on<br />
a secluded beach complete with nudists<br />
enjoying the sun.<br />
Pushing eyeballs back into their sockets we<br />
paddled ourselves away from the warmth and<br />
calm of this lovely beach and made our way<br />
to Angalli, here we left the kayaks and walked<br />
inland to the nearby town with its winding<br />
streets, alleyways and birds singing in the tree<br />
lined square. Dragging ourselves away from<br />
this delightful area we returned to the kayaks,<br />
ate at a nearby taverna then settled down for a<br />
well-earned rest.<br />
Friday 3 rd<br />
Quieter seas greeted us in the morning and we<br />
pottered along the huge limestone cliffs of<br />
Folegandros and headed across to Sikinos.<br />
Lunch was taken on the summit rocks of the<br />
small island of Khardhiotiss where we were<br />
able to see both our previous route and look<br />
out towards our destination of Santorini. The<br />
beach at Sikinos had ample driftwood and<br />
soon enough material was gathered for a<br />
modest blaze. Jeff’s attempts to conserve<br />
water by boiling the spaghetti in ready salted<br />
seawater did little to enhance his culinary<br />
reputation as we made inroads into our store<br />
of bottled water. His excuse? “Pacific<br />
seawater must have a lower saline content; I’ll<br />
add a little more bottled water next time”.<br />
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Saturday 4 th<br />
A short trip along the coast to the welcoming<br />
harbour at Sikinos to stock up on supplies, to<br />
Malta Point in a vain search for<br />
archaeological remains and a 6km crossing to<br />
Ios. Expansion work with cranes and diggers<br />
at the harbour took the shine off this sheltered<br />
retreat so we made our way to the bay of<br />
Milopotomus. What golden sands and how<br />
busy this must be in the high season! Rod<br />
searched for, and found, welcome showers,<br />
and refreshed we sought out a place to eat.<br />
The menu and the food at <strong>Club</strong>-Far Out is<br />
highly recommended. Jeff and Heidi were<br />
struck with Saturday Night Fever and went<br />
off to town in search of Line-dancing or a<br />
little Montana Two step.<br />
Sunday 5 th<br />
Oh Dear! The late night and a glass or two of<br />
Ouzo had their effect on the revellers and<br />
their fragile state was reflected in a later than<br />
usual departure. The14km to the south of Ios<br />
to the vast beach at Manganari was<br />
undertaken steadily and on landing driftwood<br />
collected for a BBQ - Western style. We<br />
settled down, each one no doubt thinking of<br />
the day to come. As we gazed towards our<br />
destination we could see the lights of cruise<br />
liners and passing freighters, a reminder that<br />
this can be a busy area.<br />
Monday 6 th<br />
Rod was awake early, roused us from our<br />
slumbers and we were soon packed and<br />
prepared for the 22 km crossing. As we<br />
paddled through almost oil flat seas the mist<br />
closed in restricting visibility and reminding<br />
us of our vulnerable state. The whistles, flares<br />
and strobes to access on our decks did little to<br />
comfort us when the booming of a ships<br />
foghorn reverberated across the water and we<br />
closed together for moral support. Some two<br />
hours into the trip a light wind picked up and<br />
slowly the mist lifted sufficiently to reveal the<br />
volcanic mass which is Santorini. Sunshine<br />
brushed away the final strands of mist as we<br />
paddled into the flooded caldera which makes<br />
this island so special.<br />
A celebratory lunch in a nearby taverna, a<br />
tour round the inner cliffs and arches, a visit<br />
to the sulphur laden hot springs, a campsite<br />
on the small port on the volcanic plug of<br />
Kemini and the spectacle of the village lights<br />
on the rim brought to end a memorable day.<br />
This had been a trip totalling some 150kms,<br />
taking in five major islands, numerous<br />
pinnacles, small islets and some stunning<br />
sunsets.<br />
Tuesday 7 th<br />
The holiday season being at an end meant that<br />
ferry schedules were greatly reduced, Rod,<br />
under pressure from senior management was<br />
eager to return home, fortunately he managed<br />
to secure a place for himself and kayak to<br />
Milos. Jeff and Heidi decided to work on their<br />
suntans and take in the sights and sounds of<br />
the island. They returned to Milos by a<br />
combination of ferries and kayak excursions<br />
over the following week. The journey from<br />
Milos to Santorini had been extremely<br />
interesting and being keen to extend my<br />
knowledge of the area I decided to adhere to<br />
our original idea of completing the circle by<br />
returning via the islands to the north.<br />
As Rod says, “There’s no better way to see<br />
the Cyclades than by sea-kayak”<br />
Santorini—Milos Tuesday 7 th<br />
As part of a “rest day” I took the ferry from<br />
Santorini to Ios. A laden kayak is a clumsy<br />
thing on land and I was to learn at first hand<br />
of the help and interest of the Ferry and<br />
Harbour personnel at the ports of Santorini<br />
and Ios. Their assistance was typical of the<br />
help received on my return journey. The<br />
luxury of the ferry soon faded into distant<br />
memory as I packed additional supplies into<br />
the kayak and headed to the northern point of<br />
Ios. Locating a quiet beach was easy on this<br />
indented coast and I was soon in my sleeping<br />
bag gazing up at the stars.<br />
Wednesday 8 th<br />
The 11km crossing from Ios to Iraklia passed<br />
slowly by, and I watched a pair of buzzards<br />
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circling in the updraughts of steep cliffs<br />
before heading out to the rounded outline of<br />
Skhinousa. For some reason I had been<br />
intrigued by the name of this island which<br />
appeared to have huge beaches and looked<br />
inviting. Closer up the island was ringed by<br />
short but steep cliffs and with plenty of time<br />
available I headed across the 8km channel<br />
towards Naxos. As I moved from the shelter<br />
of Skhinousa this coincided with an increase<br />
in wind speed and a steady slog ensued.<br />
Bouncing through clapotis off a headland I<br />
entered a large bay providing shelter and a<br />
tiny beach. Pulling the kayak ashore and<br />
above the waves reach I found a rocky ledge<br />
as a home for the night. As the daylight faded<br />
a magnificent lightning display lit the skies<br />
with multiple streaks highlighting the black<br />
clouds. This display, the high winds and a<br />
short cloudburst reminded me of the<br />
possibility of being stormbound, fortunately I<br />
had sufficient supplies of food and drink but a<br />
restless night passed slowly by.<br />
Thursday 9 th<br />
The storm of the night eased away as sun<br />
brought welcome warmth and dried out gear<br />
as I waited for the waves to ease off. Force 4<br />
winds kept the sea agitated and I waited until<br />
mid-day before heading along the west coast<br />
of Naxos. This large island is very popular<br />
with tourists and building development is in<br />
evidence along the coast. After a couple of<br />
hours I found a beautiful beach and enjoyed a<br />
long surf in on green water to arrive at an<br />
hotel which was still open for business.<br />
Luxury! I entered the hotel and was soon<br />
tucking in to a Greek salad on the veranda.<br />
Fortified and refreshed the return to open<br />
water and the west coast of Naxos was<br />
punctuated by pounding surf which threatened<br />
to pluck me from the kayak. Leaving the<br />
relative shelter of the island I set off for<br />
Paros, a two-hour trip into water exposed to<br />
the wind and I was relieved to reach the<br />
sheltered harbour of Marmara. A developing<br />
fishing fleet has its base here with a road<br />
alongside the beach which did not bode well<br />
for a quiet night. Wandering around I found a<br />
bar with rooms available at €15 - a bargain - a<br />
shower and a softish bed. I can also<br />
recommend the food at Stavro’s restaurant.<br />
The island of Paros has a thriving viniculture<br />
programme, the ’98 unpronounceable red<br />
slipping down a real treat. As I walked back<br />
to the bar the bay shone silver in the light of<br />
the full moon. Feeling suitably pampered I<br />
tucked up in bed and drifted into sleep.<br />
Friday 10 th<br />
The benefits of a good nights sleep showed as<br />
I left Marmara harbour, followed the south<br />
coast of Paros and headed to Andiparos. The<br />
waters around the islands of Pandironisi<br />
which divide this crossing are only three<br />
metres deep, added to that an almost white sea<br />
bottom reflecting the bright sunshine and the<br />
result a huge area of fluorescent water, a<br />
wonderful and uplifting sight.<br />
Rounding the collection of small islands of<br />
Dhespothis and Strongilio I looked across the<br />
20km to Sifnos and decided to make the<br />
crossing. Out of the shelter and in open water<br />
the wind reminded me of its presence and I<br />
was faced with over three hours of determined<br />
effort before reaching the leading light and<br />
calm waters at the harbour of Faros. The sea<br />
state was impressive; at one time I was in<br />
deep troughs with limited outlook and the<br />
next on high peaks with clear sight to the<br />
horizon. Not a period to relax, yet at the same<br />
time it was a delight to see dark seas with<br />
translucent green shoulders topped with<br />
foaming white caps. The “no camping” signs<br />
on the beach and a herd of noisy goats<br />
coupled with the effects of a 62km day soon<br />
had me knocking on doors in search of a bed.<br />
Once found I wasted little time before eating<br />
and “crashing out”.<br />
Saturday 11 th<br />
Loaded up I gently eased the kayak along,<br />
arms a little sore from the previous days effort<br />
and made my way to the southern point of<br />
Sifnos. As memories of islands blended into<br />
each other it was both comforting and<br />
satisfying to look around the horizon and pick<br />
out the places visited over the past few days<br />
and I could see my destination of Milos from<br />
the misty blue islands in the distance.<br />
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On the crossing from Sifnos to Kymolos the<br />
kayak was eager to extend the adventure and<br />
sought for further islands to explore - a<br />
quartering wind may have had something to<br />
do with it and my entreaties for better<br />
behaviour were steadfastly ignored. Not for<br />
the first time I felt that a rudder would have<br />
been a great asset.<br />
Slowly the warm coloured cliffs of Kymolos<br />
drew near and I welcomed the sheltered straits<br />
between Kymolos and Poliegos (our first<br />
camp site). A short break then the final few<br />
kilometres to finish at Pollonia and a<br />
celebratory ice-cream.<br />
A phone call to Rod informing him of my<br />
safe arrival and as I waited for transport back<br />
to the village I reflected on the circuit I had<br />
completed.<br />
Some twenty islands visited or passed, warm<br />
clear waters and magnificent cliffs,<br />
lightweight gear, (I paddled in t-shirts on<br />
every day) and splendid beaches with villages<br />
perched on the waters edge. I’d covered over<br />
320km and picked up a fine sun-tan along the<br />
way.<br />
As the man said “There’s no better way of<br />
seeing the Cyclades than by sea kayak”!!!<br />
I used an Italian Rainbow / Laser kayak.<br />
Imray G.33 covers this route and a host of<br />
other possibilities.<br />
Rod Feldtmann has a detailed site at<br />
www.seakayakgreece.com<br />
Peter H Roscoe<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong> Slalom<br />
For those of you who don’t know me (which<br />
is probably most of you), I thought a brief<br />
introduction might be useful. Many of you<br />
will know Richard (my son) and Vince (my<br />
husband) who have been quite active<br />
members of <strong>Ribble</strong> over the past few years.<br />
I’ve been persuaded to join the canoe club<br />
committee and at my first meeting, I seem to<br />
have volunteered myself to look after the<br />
competitions (what do they say about never<br />
volunteering for anything at meetings!).<br />
We thought that it would be a good idea to try<br />
and generate some more interest within the<br />
club for canoe slalom and try and encourage<br />
newcomers to the sport. To give paddlers a<br />
feel for the event, we’re going to be<br />
organizing some slalom sessions in the pool<br />
on the 16th January, 13th February and the<br />
5th <strong>March</strong>, so I hope that I can get some<br />
experienced paddlers down to help (please,<br />
please, please) and some less experienced<br />
paddlers down to ‘have a go’. During January<br />
and February, Stafford and Stone <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong><br />
run three “mini slaloms” (dates to be<br />
confirmed), which are good taster events on<br />
easy water. We hope that some of you will<br />
join in on these if you get a taste for it in the<br />
pool.<br />
The aim of canoe slalom is to run a river<br />
course marked by "gates" fast, and without<br />
touching. It's the ultimate test of canoeing<br />
skill and stamina. And it's fun! A "gate" is<br />
two poles, suspended over the water. The<br />
gates are numbered. You must go through<br />
green and white gates in a downstream<br />
direction, and through red and white gates<br />
upstream, with an S movement or a spin (a<br />
"breakout"). The gates are placed so that you<br />
must make tricky cross-current moves and use<br />
the eddies and waves. If you touch a pole with<br />
anything - paddle, boat, buoyancy aid, helmet<br />
or yourself - a 2 second penalty is added to<br />
your time. If you miss a gate out, or go<br />
through in the wrong direction, the penalty is<br />
50 seconds! The aim is fast and clean. The<br />
gates are positioned to test your skill in using,<br />
and coping with, the water. This is perfect<br />
training for running big white water rivers.<br />
(Courtesy of www.canoeslalom.co.uk the<br />
sport’s unofficial “official” web site).<br />
Jacky Draper<br />
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Enter the Dragon o<br />
N<br />
Dragon boat racing in Sweden<br />
This place is amazing. During the summer<br />
there is something going on practically every<br />
weekend, which is in stark contrast to earlier<br />
on in the year. So I suppose I shouldn’t have<br />
been surprised when one evening, whilst<br />
walking into town for a meal, Richard (one of<br />
the guys from the Vattern trip), shouted down<br />
from his balcony that he’s been trying to get<br />
hold of me all day. It turned out that there was<br />
to be a Dragon Boat Festival at the weekend<br />
in Linkoping and that Gripen International<br />
had entered a team and I’d been volunteered.<br />
The lure of a free T-shirt, baseball cap and<br />
beer was too much for me and weekend plans<br />
were duly cancelled.<br />
I’ve never been Dragon Boat racing. I’ve<br />
watched it on Blue Peter but that’s about it. I<br />
had visions of 20 to 30 boats all jostling for<br />
clear water as they surge across Hong Kong<br />
Harbour, drums beating, all the paddles in<br />
perfect sync, the reality was very different but<br />
still great fun. Linkoping is situated on the<br />
Kinda Canal, which is more like a river with<br />
locks. Not quite Hong Kong.<br />
A strategy meeting was held on Thursday<br />
before the great race. I was intrigued, so went<br />
along to meet my fellow competitors. The<br />
meeting basically covered logistics, where<br />
and when to meet, time of first race, then the<br />
meaty stuff of positioning, stroke rate and<br />
balance. It was clear that only a few of the<br />
guys had actually paddled a Dragon boat,<br />
most hadn’t paddled in anything. Tales of<br />
sunken boats, capsizes and swimmers left me<br />
wondering what I’d got myself into. At least<br />
they provided someone to steer, so with any<br />
luck we shouldn’t crash.<br />
The races consisted of heats in the morning,<br />
all timed. The boats were then broken down<br />
into pools, A for Pros, B for duffers and C for<br />
Girls/Ladies. The best four from each pool<br />
went through to a Final timed run.<br />
The day of the race arrived. A light breeze,<br />
not a cloud in the sky - perfect conditions for<br />
something. I set off on my bike to meet the<br />
rest of the crew. As I entered the park area I<br />
had to get off and walk, it was 9:30 in the<br />
morning and the place was a mass of people,<br />
music and merriment. I got shot at by a group<br />
of women all dressed in combats armed to the<br />
teeth with water cannons. They were first up<br />
and were marching toward the assembly point<br />
in two rows. This was starting to look<br />
ominous.<br />
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I found our tent and met the rest of the crew.<br />
You can squeeze 22 paddlers into a dragon<br />
boat and this was the first time we’d all been<br />
together, let alone sat in a boat. Our first race<br />
was 10:30. We wandered down to the<br />
assembly point to be greeted with jeers from<br />
the opposition. Intimidating the opposition is<br />
all part of Dragon Boat racing. We opted for<br />
the strong silent look, mainly because we<br />
were intimidated and slightly nervous.<br />
We followed the chanting opposition down<br />
to the boats. I’ve got to be honest, I was kind<br />
of expecting something a little wider! I<br />
slipped on my buoyancy aid, grabbed a<br />
paddle and jumped into the front. We had to<br />
provide a drummer (we should have picked<br />
someone with a sense of rhythm). As the boat<br />
filled up with bodies it rocked precariously<br />
from side to side.<br />
We were finally ready and took the first<br />
tentative strokes. I couldn’t see what was<br />
going on behind me but could feel the boat<br />
lurching from side to side and hear the<br />
managerial discussions as the inevitable<br />
power struggle takes place between a group of<br />
guys all used to being in charge who are<br />
asked to work as a team. The eventual<br />
outcome was chaos, we did ok on the way up<br />
to the start, not that that matters, but the race!<br />
We started poorly; the other boat seemed to<br />
get it together straight away, leaping into an<br />
early lead that just kept getting larger. I could<br />
hear giggling and moaning from behind, a<br />
random drum beat from in front and the<br />
rhythmic chanting of the opposition. Surely<br />
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.<br />
We managed to complete the course in 1min<br />
10 seconds; they even gave us a medal. We<br />
had the second slowest time of all the<br />
competitors. Only ICA (the local Tesco) were<br />
worse and only by 10ths of a second. At least<br />
the sun was shining and the beer was free!<br />
Whilst I was lounging around enjoying the<br />
crazy atmosphere, Kate was driving off to the<br />
airport to pick up her sister and boyfriend. I<br />
had warned Kate that Phil may get drafted<br />
into the crew at short notice, but even I was<br />
surprised at what happened. I went home to<br />
collect the Bourne clan, we wandered casually<br />
into the tent, to be greeted by a “right we’re<br />
off”!! The race timetable had moved forward<br />
and we had a lot of guys missing, Wives,<br />
girlfriends and bloke just off the plane having<br />
travelled for 7 hours were bundled down to<br />
the assembly area. This was to be a race for<br />
honour: we had been pitted against ICA, the<br />
equally bad crew.<br />
A few tactical changes in the positioning of<br />
the crew and a morale boosting water fight at<br />
the pontoon set us up for a quality race. The<br />
new drummer had some rhythm although she<br />
did feel a little unsteady perched up at the<br />
front; two of the veteran racers were at the<br />
front, followed by me and another vet. The<br />
plan was to try and get the front of the boat<br />
paddling with a steady stroke, which would<br />
hopefully drag the rest along. Paddling up to<br />
the start we felt and looked good, a sense of<br />
confidence (alcohol fuelled) rippled through<br />
the boat. All lined up and ready for the off,<br />
the gun sounded and we leapt away from the<br />
start. The boat surged forward. It was hard to<br />
believe; we all chanted in time with the drum,<br />
just totally fixed on putting the paddle behind<br />
the one in front.<br />
It was an amazing feeling, like being part of a<br />
well-oiled machine. ICA didn’t stand a<br />
chance, we’d established a terrific pace within<br />
a few seconds. The boat felt smooth as it<br />
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surged through the water, this was what it’s<br />
all about. We beat ICA and shaved 10<br />
seconds off the previous time. Soaked and<br />
elated we returned to the beer tent. The time<br />
stood as the third fastest until the last B pool<br />
race, unfortunately both crews beat our time,<br />
so we were out, but not disgraced.<br />
Some of the A crews were awesome with<br />
times of less than 55 seconds.<br />
The party atmosphere was fantastic and we<br />
were treated to a hilarious site of a drunken<br />
Swede trying to take a leak. Obviously<br />
mindful of the risk of wetting his trousers and<br />
the embarrassment that could cause, he pulled<br />
down both shorts and pants, and leant on a<br />
tree in full view. Job done, quick shakes then<br />
the tricky manoeuvre of pulling your pants<br />
back up. This proved too much for him as he<br />
could hardly stand unassisted; he leant<br />
forward, grabbed his pants and as he was<br />
pulling them up to hide his modesty, he<br />
crashed over sideways. This went on for<br />
about five minutes; his success at finally<br />
getting his shorts on was greeted with a round<br />
of applause. He then wobbled off in search of<br />
some dignity, bouncing off trees and tents.<br />
Dragon boat racing is great fun and I’m<br />
delighted that I’ve had a chance to have a go.<br />
Looking forward to next year’s event -<br />
maybe, just maybe!!!!!!<br />
Dave Ellison<br />
Kingsmill Bread<br />
“Free Kit for <strong>Club</strong>s”<br />
Kingsmill bread are currently running a<br />
promotion to give kit and equipment to sports<br />
clubs absolutely free… as long as you buy<br />
lots of loaves, of course!<br />
Each loaf of Kingsmill bread has vouchers<br />
which we can collect to get equipment for the<br />
club. The vouchers will be available until the<br />
end of August 2004, so we’ve got time to<br />
collect loads!<br />
A look at the Kingsmill website<br />
www.kingsmillkitforclubs.com (am I the only<br />
person who thinks website addresses are<br />
getting ridiculously long these days?) shows<br />
that with only 2,562 tokens (who’s going to<br />
count them and check that the last 2 are<br />
there??) we can get a buoyancy aid. I’m not<br />
going to work out how many peanut butter<br />
and banana sandwiches you’d have to eat to<br />
get that many tokens, but I doubt if the<br />
buoyancy aid would fit afterwards!<br />
Seriously, Tim Langridge has registered us<br />
for the scheme and has volunteered to collect<br />
the tokens on our behalf, so please pass any<br />
tokens you get on to him. I’ve got 4 tokens<br />
already, so that’s only 2,558 to go!<br />
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Blast from the Past<br />
Over the past few weeks Steve Singleton has<br />
either (a) undertaken a labour of love, or (b)<br />
gone completely bonkers, depending upon your<br />
point of view!<br />
He has scanned his whole collection of <strong>Ribble</strong><br />
<strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong> newsletters, going right back to<br />
1976, and converted them all to PDF files –<br />
nearly 200MB of them!<br />
The Eden Cruise<br />
There are a number of gems amongst this lot,<br />
including Terry Maddock’s first ever newsletter<br />
article, which is reprinted below.<br />
If nostalgia has misted your glasses up, and<br />
you’d like a copy, pass a blank CD-R to Steve or<br />
me and we’ll copy them all for your delectation<br />
and delight!<br />
2 July 1989<br />
I remember at school (yes, I have a long<br />
memory) every time we had a day's outing, the<br />
pleasure was dulled by knowing that we would<br />
later have to write an essay on it. It's just as well<br />
I had no inkling that I would have to write this,<br />
otherwise a really splendid trip could have been<br />
ruined.<br />
The car park by Whatsaname Bridge near<br />
Lazonby was easily found after a detour round<br />
the nearby school fete (I knew the <strong>Club</strong> was well<br />
organised but I wasn't expecting stalls and<br />
refreshments). I see from July's Newsletter that<br />
we had 22 on the trip, and I know I speak for all<br />
us new boys and girl in thanking the many<br />
experts who guided our route through what<br />
seemed to us to be raging waterfalls, rapids and<br />
wild white water. They tell me that the river was<br />
very low and quiet compared to normal!!<br />
And in between the breathtaking rapids was the<br />
breathtaking scenery. Most of the cruise took<br />
place within a wooded gorge flanked by red<br />
sandstone cliffs fringed with greenery and dotted<br />
with bird's nest holes.<br />
Spills were fairly few, apart from Ray "Everest"<br />
who is now an expert at paddling upside-down<br />
and is hoping to start a sub-aqua branch of the<br />
club. When Rebecca came out at the "Really big<br />
One", I think every "marshall" on the rapid set<br />
off to rescue her. However, she came up smiling<br />
and holding both paddle and boat - "It's the best<br />
capsize I've ever done" - and was rewarded with<br />
a hot coffee from Bill's flask. Tony gave an<br />
impromptu lecture on rolling (in a canoe) with<br />
annoyingly relaxed demonstrations between<br />
breaths. Later Bill successfully failed to<br />
complete a roll and went on to stir things up by<br />
telling Penny how useful the women were for<br />
ferrying the canoeists back and forth. And he<br />
says he's liberal compared to some others.<br />
(Who's Phil Moxham?)<br />
Yes, it was a truly splendid trip - even the assault<br />
course at the end (Michelle, put my name down<br />
for your Commando Training Course). Thanks<br />
again to the organisers and to the many<br />
"marshalls" who enabled us to enjoy the thrills of<br />
our first real river trip without too much danger.<br />
When can we go again?<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
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Would you like to learn to canoe?<br />
<strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong> is running a beginners’ course starting on Friday 23 rd January 2004 which will<br />
teach the basic skills necessary to paddle a kayak.<br />
The course includes a classroom session to look at the theory of canoeing, three pool sessions to<br />
gain practical experience, and an outdoor session on the Lancaster Canal.<br />
No previous experience is necessary.<br />
For the first three weeks the course will take place in the swimming pool at Fulwood Leisure<br />
Centre, Black Bull Lane, Preston. The club has all the equipment necessary including kayaks and<br />
paddles, so all you need to bring is yourself - and your swimming costume, of course! (At the end<br />
of the pool session you will need to carry your equipment outside to the store before you get<br />
changed, so flip-flops or water shoes and an old t-shirt would also be a good idea.)<br />
The course will run from 8:00pm until 10:00pm on the 23 rd January, and 9:00pm until 10:00pm on<br />
the 30 th January and 6 th February. Please arrive about 15 minutes before the start time to give time<br />
to get equipment sorted out.<br />
The final session will take place during the day on a Saturday (date to be decided) on the Lancaster<br />
Canal near the Hand and Dagger at Salwick. You will need to wear warm clothing and a cagoule<br />
(but they may get dirty or wet so don’t wear your best gear!), and bring a change of clothes. Again,<br />
all other equipment will be provided.<br />
The maximum cost of the course will be £34 per person, which includes the cost of the instruction,<br />
pool hire and membership of <strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong> for 2004. Membership costs are less for junior<br />
members and for additional members of the same family.<br />
For further details, or to book a place please telephone:<br />
Tom Byrne<br />
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The Ross of Mull & Staffa<br />
August 2003<br />
The Isle of Mull is the second largest of the<br />
Hebridean Islands with over 300 miles of<br />
coastline featuring high rugged cliffs, deserted<br />
sandy beaches, a variety of offshore islands, lots<br />
of historical and geological interest, an<br />
abundance of wildlife, and a general acceptance<br />
of the notion of wild camping. Now, when I refer<br />
to “wild camping” I don't mean to imply pitching<br />
tents like furious savages, but rather to be<br />
camping in wild places. What better way could<br />
there be to explore this unspoiled and largely<br />
unpopulated coast than by sea kayak?<br />
Starting the trip from Loch Spelve meant we<br />
only had to drive 10 miles to the head of Loch<br />
Scridain where we intended to finish the trip in 7<br />
days time. There should have been 6 people in<br />
the team, but Steve Swarbrick and Mike<br />
Haywood had to pull out due to circumstances<br />
beyond their control, leaving Bob Smith, Steve<br />
Wilky, Kevin Singleton and myself, launching<br />
our heavily laden boats in the early afternoon<br />
onto a fast flowing river giving easy access to<br />
Loch Spelve.<br />
The weathermen were predicting a heatwave, but<br />
this looked like a remote possibility as we<br />
battled into a strong headwind under cloudy<br />
skies. By the time we had picked up the strong<br />
tidal flow where Loch Spelve ebbed through a<br />
narrow channel into the open sea we were<br />
already soaked with salt spray, and were<br />
anticipating daunting sea conditions along the 10<br />
mile section of exposed cliffs we had planned to<br />
paddle. The coastline in this area is wild and<br />
rugged, offering few opportunities for safe<br />
landings, and although a significant swell was<br />
running in from the west, the headwind was not<br />
enough to cause too much discomfort.<br />
Progress was inevitably slow and by 5 o'clock<br />
we found a welcome landing on a small pebble<br />
storm beach topped with a patch of flat grass and<br />
several moth-eaten wild goats. The goats may<br />
have sensed how hungry we were and hurriedly<br />
scampered up the precipitous cliffs as we landed.<br />
It had been a long day, but after we had eaten, an<br />
abundance of driftwood allowed us to relax<br />
round a friendly fire as we enjoyed some late<br />
evening sun illuminating the Garvellach Islands<br />
and Scarba in the distance.<br />
Sunday - It gets misty, but we know<br />
where we are going<br />
Cessation of the overnight rain encouraged us<br />
onto the water at 9am on Sunday morning, but a<br />
heavily overcast sky heralded more rain to come.<br />
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Few words were spoken between us as we<br />
headed west along the coastal cliffs into the<br />
rolling swell. Before long the expected rain<br />
arrived, dropping the cloud base to sea level and<br />
cutting off all views of the 900 foot high cliffs.<br />
Jagged rocks along the shore loomed out of the<br />
mist as we passed, until one appeared with an<br />
unnatural shaped pinnacle. Closer inspection<br />
revealed it to be a White Tailed Sea Eagle, and<br />
we watched fascinated as it gained altitude on<br />
languid beats of its huge wings and it's ghostly<br />
shape gradually disappeared into the mist.<br />
At the entrance to Loch Buie we lost site of land,<br />
and we all suffered complete disorientation in<br />
the mist. We found it difficult to accept the logic<br />
of map and compass which appeared to be<br />
directing us straight out to sea (next stop, Nova<br />
Scotia?). Reason soon prevailed and we followed<br />
the compass for the next 2 miles. However, Bob<br />
remained sceptical, and convinced of our folly<br />
proceeded to cut a swathe through our midst on a<br />
heading of his own choosing. I think it was peer<br />
pressure rather than logic that persuaded Bob of<br />
his error, and, happily, at the appointed time and<br />
place, the cliffs reappeared out of the mist 2<br />
miles east of Carsaig bay where we intended<br />
making a lunch stop. Carsaig was the setting for<br />
the 1945 Powell and Pressburger film comedy "I<br />
Know Where I'm Going", but the implications of<br />
this title clearly didn't apply to Bob.<br />
The prospect of a cold, wet lunch stop on the<br />
beach at Carsaig was not particularly appealing,<br />
so when someone suggested we pitch tents and<br />
stay for the night there was general agreement.<br />
This was a sensible decision, because we would<br />
have seen little of the coastal scenery or wildlife<br />
in the heavy mist. Later in the afternoon the low<br />
cloud lifted allowing us views of an otter fishing<br />
and a juvenile Sea Eagle (identifiable by blue<br />
wing tags as a twelve month old bird)<br />
scavenging among the offshore rocks about<br />
100m from the tents.<br />
Monday, Carsaig to Sound of Iona<br />
We had now fallen into the routine of awakening<br />
at 7am followed by breakfast and packing the<br />
boats to launch at 9am. We have found an early<br />
start (tides permitting) gives us more flexibility<br />
during the day to change plans or make detours<br />
as the mood takes us, or sometimes to cover a<br />
greater mileage. We launched the boats that<br />
morning onto a calm sea with a promise from the<br />
weathermen that the high thin cloud would burn<br />
off to give a warm sunny day. An hour of<br />
paddling took us past Carsaig Arches and<br />
another mile or so later to a deeply indented cove<br />
with a 2 tier waterfall dropping 600 feet into the<br />
sea. The sun was just now breaking through and<br />
we spent a pleasant 20 minutes drifting here<br />
while we had a small snack. Beyond this point<br />
the character of the coast changes from<br />
precipitous cliffs to more low-lying moorland<br />
interspersed with many sandy beaches. A beach<br />
called "Traigh Bahn" which we shared with a<br />
herd of inquisitive cows made a good lunch halt<br />
after about 10 miles. In fact "Traigh Bahn" just<br />
means "white sandy beach" in Gaelic so there are<br />
many Traigh Bahns in this area. There are now 8<br />
breeding pairs of Sea Eagles on Mull and while<br />
having lunch we spotted yet another of these<br />
perched on the cliff-top overlooking the beach.<br />
The afternoon’s paddling took us past many<br />
beaches where we could have spent the night,<br />
but in such perfect conditions it felt like you<br />
wanted to keep going forever. Eventually we<br />
landed in a deserted bay encircled by a curving<br />
bar of white sand finishing at a flat area of grass<br />
where we could pitch the tents. It was an idyllic<br />
location, but we were looking for something<br />
better, so we paddled on a further mile to a very<br />
similar beach one mile east of the Island of<br />
Erraid which satisfied our desire for the highest<br />
possible standard of accommodation. For the<br />
first time on an extended trip we had taken our<br />
collapsible trolleys, and over the ensuing days<br />
we made good use of these, transporting loaded<br />
boats over lengthy stretches of sand with little<br />
effort. The heatwave had now arrived, tempting<br />
us in to the sea for a swim before our evening<br />
meal, which we were happy to share with some<br />
local midges. A driftwood fire on the beach<br />
rounded off a memorable day.<br />
Tuesday, Erraid and Iona<br />
We made our usual 9am start in warm sunshine,<br />
but overnight the wind had picked up in strength,<br />
shifting to an easterly force 4 tailwind. With this<br />
kind of assistance we were soon into the Sound<br />
of Iona and heading north via a sheltered yacht<br />
anchorage on the west coast of Erraid Island,<br />
known as "Tinkers Hole". This island featured in<br />
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Robert Louis Stevenson's book "Kidnapped",<br />
and was also where the pink granite was quarried<br />
for the construction of 2 offshore Stevenson<br />
lighthouses (The author and lighthouse builders<br />
were related).<br />
We landed on the north side of the island at high<br />
water to investigate an observatory located at the<br />
highest point on the island. A collection of single<br />
storey terraced cottages was served by a<br />
substantial stone built pier out of all proportion<br />
to the size of the community (a legacy of the<br />
lighthouse construction). The cottages and<br />
associated farm buildings were neatly enclosed<br />
by 6 foot high dry built walls of the local granite,<br />
lending the settlement an isolation and stillness<br />
that was almost ecclesiastical. As we walked<br />
through the farmyard we thought we could be<br />
intruding on an obscure religious sect whose<br />
ancient rituals were shrouded in secrecy. The<br />
sudden appearance of one of the residents, a bald<br />
headed man sporting a long grey beard, did<br />
nothing to dispel our fears. When we asked the<br />
way to the observatory however, he helpfully<br />
directed us by way of the quarry, and assured us<br />
that he wasn't a monk, weirdo, or hippy, but a<br />
normal hard-working chap. The observatory had<br />
recently been restored and commanded views<br />
over all the islands to the west of Mull, its<br />
purpose being to signal to the lighthouses - it<br />
was certainly worth the short walk via the<br />
Stevenson quarry.<br />
Re-embarking after lunch in the hot sun we had<br />
elected to cross the Sound of Iona to round the<br />
southern point of the island, allowing us to<br />
paddle the west coast which we had never seen<br />
before. The southern part of the island consists<br />
of low, rocky, deeply indented cliffs, suddenly<br />
changing to sweeping white sand beaches and<br />
shallow offshore waters dotted with small<br />
islands.We landed at Eilean Chalbha on a small<br />
inviting beach, but the camping arrangements<br />
did not quite measure up to our exacting<br />
requirements. It was while getting back into the<br />
boats that a small wave unbalanced me and I<br />
suffered the indignity of a technical swim<br />
("technical" means I didn't swim at all but<br />
merely got a wet bum). At about the same time<br />
as this occurred, someone obviously told a very<br />
funny joke as there was much loud laughter from<br />
all the others. Unfortunately, I was otherwise<br />
engaged recovering from my mishap and so<br />
never found out what was so amusing.<br />
“We always stand outside in weather<br />
like this” - Bob<br />
A mile of paddling into what was now a stiff<br />
headwind took us to a small island called Eilean<br />
Annraidh a quarter of a mile north of Iona,<br />
where we camped on the machair overlooking<br />
the Sound of Iona. The air was now hot and<br />
humid, and darkening skies to the east heralded a<br />
storm approaching.<br />
Just as the first drops of rain began to fall we<br />
were joined by a group of 9 paddlers from the<br />
Scottish <strong>Canoe</strong> Association who were soon<br />
running for cover. Bob expressed his surprise<br />
when they wanted to take shelter, and explained<br />
that when the weather is bad we all put our<br />
ponchos on and stand outside to enjoy it. We felt<br />
obliged to support Bob's lunacy on this point and<br />
so, donning our ponchos, we stood around in the<br />
torrential rain, battered by the wind, watching<br />
the almost continuous lightning and hearing<br />
thunder that rolled around the hills forever. After<br />
an hour or two of this, we considered we had<br />
upheld the honour of <strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong>, and<br />
dived for cover into the tents. This was one of<br />
the most spectacular electrical storm I have ever<br />
witnessed, lasting from 6pm to 11pm and the<br />
strangest thing about it was the almost cloudless<br />
sky immediately behind us to seaward.<br />
Wednesday, Staffa - and Bob throws a<br />
sickie<br />
One of the objectives of the week had been to<br />
visit the Island of Staffa, and the famous Fingal's<br />
Cave, and when Wednesday morning dawned<br />
warm and sunny with not a breath of wind, the<br />
conditions were ideal for the 5.6 mile crossing.<br />
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Bob had been complaining of a sore arm for<br />
several days, and the open sea crossing did not<br />
appeal to him, so on production of a sick note he<br />
was excused the days paddling, leaving the<br />
remaining three of us to get on with it. We set a<br />
fast but comfortable pace and with a favourable<br />
tide giving us about 0.5mph of assistance we<br />
made the crossing in 1 hour and 7 minutes<br />
(Average speed 5.01mph) * .<br />
Staffa is a magical place to visit by kayak, and<br />
some time was spent exploring caves and<br />
geological formations before landing for a snack<br />
and leg stretch. Bob had stayed in the Sound of<br />
Iona, and to keep in contact we had a prearranged<br />
radio schedule by marine VHF<br />
whereby we would call each other from 12<br />
midday at half hour intervals. VHF works line of<br />
sight only and your horizon from a kayak is just<br />
over a mile away so it was no surprise that at<br />
midday while we were slightly hidden by the<br />
island, we got no response. At 12:30, however,<br />
Bob came through clearly, and from the GPS I<br />
was able to tell him we were 1.6 miles south of<br />
the island travelling at 4.5mph (it was now slack<br />
water and we had lost the tidal assistance) and<br />
expecting to meet him at “Bull Hole” at 1:30pm.<br />
The sun was now baking hot but on the water<br />
we benefited from the cooling effect of the sea,<br />
so it was pleasant to be forging an arrow straight<br />
path across the glassy surface. A Dolphin<br />
leaping clear of the water 300 metres away was a<br />
highlight of the day (at least for Kevin as he was<br />
the only person who saw it), and a little later, we<br />
paddled through a flock of Manx Shearwaters<br />
afloat on the surface. The birds immediately in<br />
our path reluctantly took off and closely circled<br />
our boats with wingtips skimming the sea before<br />
re-joining their friends. I don't know if it was<br />
great skill, or a reflection of the modern<br />
technology, but at 1:30pm we met Bob as<br />
planned, and soon found a small coral beach<br />
where we stopped for a late lunch and a swim.<br />
A couple of miles paddling along the northern<br />
shore of the Ross of Mull brought us to a large<br />
sandy bay (Traigh na Margaidh) where once<br />
again the trolleys were used to transport the<br />
boats to the perfect camping spot. The evening<br />
was spent watching the fiery red sunset while we<br />
sat round a modest log fire and recalled amusing<br />
incidents from previous sea trips - there may<br />
have also been a glass of whiskey involved.<br />
Thursday, a navigational challenge<br />
We woke on Thursday morning to thick fog and<br />
after breakfast were chased from the beach by<br />
some hungry midges. We made a small detour to<br />
visit the village of Bunesson where Wilky<br />
bought some bread, and secretly also acquired<br />
one can of Guinness (not four cans - only one!).<br />
We thought the time spent here would give the<br />
fog a chance to lift as forecast, but when we left<br />
Loch Na Lathaich to head for the Ardmenach<br />
Wilderness 3.1 miles to the north-west, visibility<br />
was down to 200 metres, and showing no sign of<br />
improving.<br />
We were aiming for a point on the opposite<br />
shore where there is a fossilised tree, and a<br />
compass bearing of 045 was the agreed course.<br />
As we headed out into the fog, our four boats<br />
began to head in four different directions, but we<br />
soon came together again and settled into the<br />
habit of keeping an eye constantly on the<br />
compass. Paddling purely by compass is not<br />
easy, so after nearly an hour of this we were<br />
delighted to be only about 150 metres away from<br />
our intended destination. The fossil tree dates<br />
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from about 60 million years ago when molten<br />
lava solidified around a large tree without<br />
destroying it, leaving the remains as a 12m high<br />
column set in basalt.<br />
completely missing the stone, executed what in<br />
ice skating parlance would be termed a triple<br />
axel. We were all equally bad at this game, and<br />
with fading light making the proceedings<br />
dangerous (not to mention the broken bat) we<br />
called a halt to the game and burnt the bat.<br />
Friday, and the sun re-appears<br />
Miraculously it seemed, the sun was shining<br />
from a clear blue sky when we emerged from the<br />
tents early on Friday morning. The view to the<br />
west was spectacular, with Little Colonsay,<br />
Staffa and the Treshnish Islands framed by the<br />
Ross of Mull in the south and Ulva and Gometra<br />
to the north. We were on the water later that<br />
morning, paddling hard in difficult conditions<br />
due to a keen easterly wind being funnelled into<br />
our faces around the Ardmenach headland. A<br />
compensation for this effort was seeing the many<br />
waterfalls whipped off the cliffs by the wind and<br />
producing rainbows in the low morning sun.<br />
Bad light and a broken bat stopped<br />
play<br />
For the second time this week we called a halt to<br />
the day’s paddling because of poor visibility, and<br />
found a small pebble storm beach giving access<br />
to good camping ground about half a mile north<br />
of the fossil tree. The afternoon was spent<br />
exploring the coastal rock formations and<br />
collecting driftwood for the evening’s<br />
entertainment. One of the items collected for the<br />
fire was an old broken oar which was too good<br />
to burn, so a game was devised where the bowler<br />
threw a small pebble and the batsman (or was it<br />
oarsman?) took a big swing and tried to hit the<br />
stone into the sea. For me, the highlight of the<br />
evening came when Wilky, following his first<br />
two successful strikes went for a boundary, and,<br />
Once into Loch Scridain the wind eased,<br />
allowing a relaxed lunch stop on a sheltered<br />
beach. Heading on into the Loch with views of<br />
Ben More to our left, we eventually picked out<br />
Bob's car on the southern shore, where he had<br />
left it nearly a week ago. We had decided to<br />
camp that night at the head of the Loch, so while<br />
Bob drove the 2 miles, the rest of us paddled a<br />
meandering course up the river estuary to meet<br />
him. Once again the marine VHF radios we<br />
carried came in useful as Bob guided us by radio<br />
to the place he had chosen to camp. Finishing the<br />
trip exactly at high water meant we had to carry<br />
the boats only 20 metres to our camp site - a<br />
professional touch at the end of a week’s trip. A<br />
communal bath in the nearby stream drew some<br />
strange looks from the occasional passing<br />
motorist, but was the ideal way to clean up<br />
before the evening meal we had booked in the<br />
nearby pub.<br />
Steve Singleton<br />
* [I’m not sure which is more sad: Steve for calculating<br />
their average speed to two decimal places, or me for<br />
checking his calculation to make sure it was right! – MS]<br />
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The French Alps<br />
Summer 2003<br />
At the end of June, I headed out to the French<br />
Alps with York University <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong>. After<br />
two days on British and French public transport<br />
(scary people and scarily fast, respectively) I<br />
arrived in Argentiere….<br />
What follows is a not-so-short summary of the<br />
holiday. In the nine days, I paddled thirteen<br />
sections and didn't even scratch the surface of<br />
the paddling possible, which ranges from<br />
pleasant lakes to scary rivers. The area would<br />
also suit those looking to do things other than<br />
kayaking (Heaven forbid!) since there are ample<br />
opportunities to go rafting, canyoning, cycling,<br />
walking, climbing etc. After all, paddling isn’t<br />
everything! I've graded the rivers as I found<br />
them in a period of medium-low levels; as they<br />
change from day to day in both the riverbed<br />
(boulders move, banks collapse) and level, the<br />
grades are by no means accurate and given just<br />
to give an idea of the range of rivers in the<br />
region. There are also many easier and harder<br />
sections. The rivers tended to be steeper and<br />
more continuous than UK rivers; I didn't think<br />
that this was a big thing but some people were<br />
adding on grades purely because of this.<br />
Anyway, enough of this grading rubbish, the<br />
holiday….<br />
Day One - Sunday<br />
An afternoon paddle on the Durance (II with a<br />
III) from St. Clement down to Embrun. Most of<br />
the entertainment came in the form of watching<br />
paddlers in front of me ignoring the eddy lines<br />
and backlooping. A nice warm up run with<br />
pleasant scenery.<br />
Day Two – Monday<br />
A drive up the valley brought us to the Upper<br />
Guisane (III with a IV-). A rocky run (perhaps<br />
because of the low water). Not an especially<br />
interesting section but the scenery was nice,<br />
when you could see beyond the forest. After<br />
lunch, we continued down onto the Lower<br />
Guisane (IV). Two initial portages were<br />
followed by the only rapid on the section. Not to<br />
worry though; the rapid lasted for about 4 km.<br />
Interesting.<br />
Day Three – Tuesday<br />
The sun failed to make an appearance in the<br />
morning so paddling was replaced by canyoning<br />
(no sun ⇒ no melt water ⇒ no river). Not being<br />
a great fan of falling, heights, swimming or<br />
getting wet, I chickened out and instead went for<br />
the spineless option; reading a book. Just as well<br />
really, one human probe discovered a rock in a<br />
plunge pool with his shin. By afternoon, the<br />
weather had improved (the sun was fashionably<br />
late). A brief drive up the valley brought us to<br />
the Onde (III). Low water made this rocky<br />
pinball run perfect for taking a few years off my<br />
boat’s life. Still at least it was my boat’s life; I<br />
ended up mending a girl’s forehead with suture<br />
strips after she rolled.<br />
Day Four – Wednesday<br />
After the pleasure of playing pinball while<br />
paddling, the lower Guil (II+) was quite<br />
peaceful. A nice bimble in a scenic area (it's a<br />
common theme that valleys in the Alps are<br />
picturesque). After lunch, we headed to the<br />
Middle Guil (IV- with two harder bits).<br />
Technical paddling around boulders in a<br />
beautiful open rocky gorge. I got my first ‘swim<br />
point’ after rolling in front of a crowd on the<br />
roadside.<br />
Day Five – Thursday<br />
A drive south over a frightening mountain pass<br />
took us to the Ubaye valley. The early start<br />
meant that the sun wasn’t on the river, there was<br />
no water and it was cold; without the mountain<br />
peaks it could have been England. Still, we<br />
paddled the Upper Ubaye (III-) because we were<br />
there. Further down the valley we ran the<br />
Racecourse (III+ with a IV- or two), a fantastic<br />
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un with more volume than most of the other<br />
rivers in the region. There would have been<br />
some good playing on this section, but nobody<br />
wanted to stop.<br />
Day Six – Friday<br />
After an hour or two of debate in the morning,<br />
paddling plans still weren’t finalised so a small<br />
group went up to the Glacier Blanc (half of the<br />
source of the Gyr). Climbing up the path, we<br />
came to a small alcove where some marmots<br />
lived…well, I was told they were marmots.<br />
Standing at the base of the glacier was belittling,<br />
especially when car-sized chunks of ice dropped<br />
off and started bouncing downhill towards<br />
unsuspecting victims, sorry, walkers (nobody<br />
was crushed luckily). The best day of the<br />
holiday.<br />
Day Seven - Saturday<br />
Half of the group was heading home today so a<br />
more northern river was chosen, the Romanche<br />
(III+ with a longish IV). A similar run to the<br />
Guisane in that once it started, it didn’t stop. I<br />
doubled my swim points after rolling in the<br />
grade IV section. An easier river for everyone<br />
was called for and the Vénéon (II-) obliged. The<br />
EDF (Eléctricité de France) plant at the get on<br />
should soon be forgotten as the river winds<br />
through the valley (with tremendous<br />
views…again), but there are always man-made<br />
imperfections to remind you that the river isn’t<br />
quite as it should be. A shame really as<br />
otherwise it would be a nice section for touring.<br />
On the way back we scouted the Romanche<br />
below the barrage (V). Too much volume for the<br />
riverbed, steep, littered with trees and one<br />
monster rapid where endless tight moves led to a<br />
final eddy before the main flow dropped under a<br />
boulder. "Oh no, after you…I insist.”<br />
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Day Eight – Sunday<br />
We ran the Durance again. This time we stopped<br />
by the seal launch spot and spent just over a<br />
second sliding down a 5 m steep ramp which<br />
stopped 2 m above the river. Leaning forward<br />
didn’t have the desired effect and as the boat left<br />
the end of the ramp, the bow came up and I<br />
landed flat on nicely un-aerated water. Ouch.<br />
After a quick chat with Tony and Ingrid at the<br />
Rabioux campsite (they were out with <strong>Canoe</strong><br />
Control) we headed to the Guil valley to look at<br />
Chateaux Queryas (IV-, perhaps). The river is<br />
constricted by a deep, sheer-sided, narrow gorge,<br />
creating fairly boily and powerful water. I<br />
couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by the<br />
gorge; at the low levels we encountered it wasn’t<br />
that interesting, a case of just pointing<br />
downstream and paddling through the small<br />
stoppers. Perhaps the endless horror stories about<br />
the section (one guidebook writer recommends<br />
“Stiffening the sinews before paddling!”) made<br />
it an anti-climax.<br />
Day Nine – Monday<br />
Morning came and went and we were on the<br />
Gyronde (III- with a personally recommended<br />
weir portage) just after midday, on a day when<br />
the temperatures hit a frosty 40 Celsius [Eh? –<br />
MS]. Luckily, I had my drycag to keep me toasty<br />
warm. Low levels made this a bit disappointing,<br />
an attitude that the weir didn’t improve. Stopped<br />
above it, a random paddler on the bank showed<br />
us the ‘line’ with his hand. Having seen two<br />
people go down with varying success, I headed<br />
for the same line. It would appear that the line<br />
between two boulders was a) crunchy, b)<br />
narrower than a boat and c) not really that<br />
feasible. Another swim point for rolling. We<br />
probably should have pondered why the paddler<br />
showing us the ‘line’ was stood on the bank<br />
carrying his boat around the weir.<br />
Rob Byrne<br />
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With paddle<br />
Good condition<br />
£150 ono<br />
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Derwent Water<br />
Sunday 19th October, 2003<br />
Paddlers: Tom, Chris, Janet, Clive, Janet, Ian,<br />
Nick, Eileen, Peter, Tony, John, Pauline, Alan,<br />
Lesley, Joanne, Stephanie, Steve, Bev and very<br />
briefly a stray dog called Molly.<br />
Sixteen of us set off this morning from our<br />
launch point next to the landing stages at<br />
Keswick and once we were all on the water (no<br />
quick procedure itself) we made our way slowly<br />
down the eastern side of the lake. We set off in<br />
very calm weather though the clouds were<br />
clinging to the tops of some of the mountains<br />
and there was very little sunshine.<br />
The water levels are very low at the moment and<br />
those of us paddling round to the left of Lord’s<br />
Island might have found it easier to walk. We<br />
managed to paddle without actually scraping the<br />
bottom of the boats but it was a close run thing.<br />
Having met up again on the other side of the<br />
island we made our way, in a rather straggly<br />
group, towards one of the hotels at the end of the<br />
lake.<br />
One of the books, which several of us flat<br />
waterers now own, warns of floating islands in<br />
Derwent Water apparently caused by a build up<br />
of natural gas which forces the lake bottom to<br />
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the surface. Now I don’t know much physics but<br />
it strikes me that however much buoyancy a boat<br />
has it will fail to float should a giant gas bubble<br />
burst beneath it, so I paddled today half<br />
expecting to be dragged downwards by a huge,<br />
malevolent vortex – bad things always happen to<br />
me! Fortunately we didn’t find any islands that<br />
floated although there was one which normally<br />
consists of just a few rocks but today was<br />
largish, flattish and covered with cormorants, a<br />
measure of just how low the water was.<br />
As we made our rather stately progress to the<br />
foot of the lake we began to notice a swell that<br />
every now and then would increase ominously.<br />
The rather large wake created by the ferries<br />
couldn’t account for all of this and under<br />
lowering skies we decided to cross the lake<br />
before the weather deteriorated enough to made<br />
life difficult (or interesting, it all depends on<br />
your point of view really). Tony felt it was<br />
already interesting enough and decided to stay<br />
on the eastern side, have his picnic and make his<br />
way back to Keswick at his own speed.
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We were paddling into a fairly stiff wind on our<br />
way back up the lake but it was a very pleasant<br />
trip all the same. The autumn colours were<br />
beautiful but just how long the leaves were going<br />
to stay on the trees is anyone’s guess.<br />
Having crossed the lake without any problems<br />
we pulled up on a long shingle beach and sat<br />
under some pine trees to have our lunch. While<br />
we were eating we noticed another couple of<br />
kayakers heading our way and watched them for<br />
a while until Tom and Chris recognized them as<br />
Steve and Bev so went down to the edge of the<br />
lake to meet them. We also half expected to see<br />
Nick and Sam when a little border terrier took an<br />
interest in our picnics. We’ve no idea who she<br />
belonged to but she was called Molly and<br />
although timid became quite attached to us (at<br />
least while there was food around). Joanne and<br />
Stephanie wanted to keep her; there was some<br />
suggestion that we should put her into a boat<br />
then ring her owners from the middle of the lake<br />
and ask them to come and fetch her but, in the<br />
end, we left her behind. She tried to follow us<br />
into the lake, so in a sense she did paddle with<br />
us, but it was just too chilly. Hope she found her<br />
way home, she probably lives locally and was on<br />
the scrounge.<br />
We began to cross the lake when we reached<br />
Lingholm Isands and realised Tony had the right<br />
idea all along as it was far more sheltered that<br />
side of the lake. We gradually all made our way<br />
back to the landing stages; Steve and Bev carried<br />
on back down the lake to the car park they had<br />
started from and Tony arrived back more or less<br />
the same time as everyone else.<br />
The trudge up the slope back to the car park<br />
pretty well finished some of us off. Family<br />
commitments meant that Chris and I had to head<br />
straight for home but I believe there was an<br />
expedition into Keswick to search for a watering<br />
hole.<br />
Janet Porter<br />
Boat loans<br />
Please would everybody take note of the<br />
following important points regarding loan<br />
equipment, especially boats:<br />
You MUST arrange loans beforehand by<br />
phoning Steve Swarbrick, preferably on a<br />
Monday evening. It is no good just turning up at<br />
the Hand & Dagger on a Wednesday night and<br />
expecting to be able to take what you need, since<br />
other committee members cannot authorise loans<br />
if Steve is unavailable.<br />
Loans are for 1 WEEK ONLY unless<br />
previously arranged. If you need a boat or<br />
equipment for a Sunday trip, you are welcome to<br />
pick it up on a Wednesday and return it the next<br />
Wednesday. If you keep equipment for longer<br />
than this without arranging it with Steve then<br />
you are depriving other club members of the use<br />
of it.<br />
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<strong>Ribble</strong> CC Library<br />
The book and video library is open to all club members, young or old, new or long-standing. I take<br />
the library to the Hand & Dagger most Wednesday nights, and if you can’t get there and want a<br />
book just give me a ring or email me. Donations of books or videos are always welcome.<br />
If you read a book and liked (or loathed) it let me know and I’ll print your comments.<br />
Technique<br />
books:<br />
General technique<br />
BCU <strong>Canoe</strong> and Kayak<br />
Handbook<br />
Franco Ferrero<br />
The Practical Guide to<br />
Kayaking and <strong>Canoe</strong>ing<br />
Bill Mattos, Andy Middleton<br />
This book is now available in the<br />
discount book shops at £4.99, and<br />
if you want to know more about<br />
virtually all aspects of canoeing<br />
this will be money well spent.<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong>ing & Kayaking<br />
Marcus Bailie<br />
Kayak<br />
William (not Bill) Nealy<br />
Kayaking and<br />
Playboating<br />
The Playboater's<br />
Handbook<br />
Ken Whiting<br />
Open <strong>Canoe</strong>ing<br />
Path of the Paddle: An<br />
Illustrated Guide to the<br />
Art of <strong>Canoe</strong>ing<br />
Bill Mason, Paul Mason<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong>ing<br />
Laurie Gullion<br />
Open <strong>Canoe</strong> Technique<br />
Nigel Foster<br />
Sea Kayaking<br />
Sea Kayak Navigation<br />
Franco Ferrero<br />
Rolling<br />
The Bombproof Roll and<br />
Beyond!<br />
Paul Dutky<br />
Safety<br />
White Water Safety &<br />
Rescue<br />
Franco Ferrero<br />
Guidebooks:<br />
English White Water<br />
Franco Ferrero<br />
Are there any of this guy’s books<br />
we haven’t got?<br />
Scottish White Water<br />
Andy Jackson<br />
White Water Lake<br />
District<br />
Stuart Miller<br />
An Atlas of the English<br />
Lakes<br />
John Parker<br />
Expeditions:<br />
Blazing Paddles: A<br />
Scottish Coastal Oddysey<br />
Brian Wilson<br />
Dancing with Waves:<br />
Around Ireland by Kayak<br />
Brian Wilson<br />
Paddling to Jerusalem<br />
David Aaronovitch<br />
The Last River<br />
Todd Balf<br />
“One of the worst books I have<br />
read in a long time” (Terry<br />
Maddock)<br />
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Paddle to the Arctic<br />
Don Starkey<br />
“He really doesn’t know what<br />
he’s doing” (Martin Russell)<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong>ing across Canada<br />
Gary & Joanie McGuffin<br />
General:<br />
The Rough Guide to<br />
Weather<br />
Robert Henson<br />
The Liquid Locomotive<br />
John Long (ed)<br />
Many Rivers to Run<br />
Dave Manby, donated by Andy<br />
Dowe<br />
Signed by Dave Manby so might<br />
be worth something!<br />
Videos / DVDs<br />
LVM Lunch Video<br />
Magazine (DVD)<br />
Donated by Tom Kington<br />
Liffey Descent (V)<br />
Donated by Tony Moxham<br />
Deliverance (V)<br />
BBFC rated 18.<br />
Extreme Sports<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong>ing (V)<br />
Donated by Terry Maddock<br />
Well, actually, donated by<br />
somebody unknown who lent it to<br />
Terry and never got it back!<br />
A Taste of White<br />
Water (V)<br />
Donated by Brian Woodhouse
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Competition News<br />
Richard Draper (a 12 year old J14) has been<br />
promoted to Division 2 K1 slalom.<br />
Having had a bad start to the season, breaking<br />
his wrist “dropping in” on his roller blades<br />
and missing most of the early events, towards<br />
the end of the season he scored a second at<br />
Oughtibridge (952 points) and a third at<br />
Sowerby Bridge (857 points). In both cases he<br />
was only beaten by seniors and a J18.<br />
With the 741 points he scored at Stone in<br />
June his top three events give him 2550<br />
points, 50 points more than needed for<br />
promotion.<br />
Moving up to Division 2 will be a big step for<br />
Richard, so he is going to have to train hard<br />
over the winter. Anyone who fancies joining<br />
in with Richard please get in touch.<br />
Jacky Draper<br />
Editor’s bit<br />
Bumper Christmas Issue!<br />
Well, we’re nearly at the end of this bumper<br />
Christmas issue of “Tales from the<br />
Riverbank”. I’m sure this is far and away the<br />
biggest newsletter we’ve ever produced, and I<br />
hope you have all enjoyed the variety of<br />
articles in it.<br />
My hearty thanks go to all of you who gave<br />
me contributions to this, and indeed to all of<br />
this year’s newsletters.<br />
To those of you who haven’t contributed yet,<br />
why not give it a go? You don’t have to be<br />
Shakespeare to be able to tell everybody<br />
about a trip you’ve been on - you should see<br />
Tim’s articles before I edit them into English!<br />
The large trip reports which we publish are<br />
always interesting, but I’m sure there’s a lot<br />
of trips which take place which never get a<br />
write up, so come on, put pen to paper or<br />
fingers to keyboard and tell me what’s been<br />
going on!<br />
So long, and thanks…<br />
I, and the whole committee, would like to<br />
thank Chris most sincerely for the effort he<br />
has put into the club during his time on the<br />
committee.<br />
I’m sure Chris won’t be able to keep<br />
completely out of things, and I’m sure on<br />
Wednesday nights we’ll hear him telling us in<br />
no uncertain terms what we should be doing!<br />
Christmas greetings<br />
On behalf of the committee, I’d like to wish<br />
everybody a very Merry Christmas and a<br />
Happy New Year!<br />
Dates and deadlines<br />
The next committee meeting will be on<br />
January 6 th at 7:30 at the Hand & Dagger. The<br />
next newsletter will be published on January<br />
20 th . All submissions to me by Saturday<br />
January 17 th at the latest please.<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
martin@stockdale.fsbusiness.co.uk<br />
As mentioned elsewhere, Chris Porter has<br />
been forced to resign from the committee due<br />
to pressure of work.<br />
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Pool sessions<br />
The following lists the pool sessions booked at Fulwood Leisure Centre, the contact for the courses<br />
and the lifeguard on duty for each session. All sessions are Friday 9:00pm – 10:00pm.<br />
Special Event: Touring & Sea boat rescue, safety and rolling<br />
The special event on February 27 th is aimed at our increasingly large and enthusiastic touring and<br />
sea kayaking sections. Flat water is often seen as safe water but many people have come to realise<br />
only too late that it can be every bit as treacherous as the moving stuff – or more so!<br />
Steve Swarbrick will be arranging this session with the support of our more experienced touring and<br />
sea paddlers. The purpose will be to give you a chance to learn about and try out the sort of rescue<br />
and safety techniques which are specifically relevant to touring.<br />
Paddlers of any sort of touring boat are welcome: sea or touring kayak or canoe. The only rule is<br />
that no short boats are allowed!<br />
Special Event: Slalom Training<br />
Jacky Draper has volunteered to pull together some proper Slalom training sessions in the early part<br />
of the new year so that our competitors are raring to go at the start of the season! If you’ve not tried<br />
slalom before, why not come along and give it a try – it’s one of the best ways of learning boat<br />
control there is! Please could all our experienced slalom competitors give Jacky as much help as<br />
possible at these sessions.<br />
DATE SESSION CONTACT LIFEGUARD<br />
28 th November Polo Phil & Lorraine Haworth John Kington<br />
5 th December Polo Phil & Lorraine Haworth Sara Withall<br />
12 th December Open N/A Andy Rushton<br />
9 th January Open N/A Peter Benett<br />
16 th January Slalom training Jacky Draper John Kington<br />
23 rd January Beginners Course Tom Byrne Sara Withall<br />
30 th January Beginners Course Tom Byrne Andy Rushton<br />
6 th February Beginners Course Tom Byrne Peter Benett<br />
13 th February Slalom training Jacky Draper John Kington<br />
20 th February Open N/A<br />
27 th February Sea/Touring Rescue Steve Swarbrick<br />
5 th <strong>March</strong> Slalom training Jacky Draper<br />
12 th <strong>March</strong> Rolling Course Bob Smith<br />
19 th <strong>March</strong> Rolling Course Bob Smith<br />
26 th <strong>March</strong> Rolling Course Bob Smith<br />
2 nd April Open N/A<br />
Prices: Beginners Course £20 (plus club membership)<br />
Rolling Course £15 (plus club membership)<br />
All other sessions (Open, polo, special) £3<br />
Please book in advance for the Beginners and Rolling Courses by phoning the named contact.<br />
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Other<br />
Junior Polo<br />
Ladies Polo<br />
Mens Polo<br />
Advanced Slalom<br />
Beginners Slalom<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong> Surfing<br />
Open <strong>Canoe</strong>ing<br />
Sea Trips<br />
Intermediate<br />
River Trips<br />
Advanced<br />
River Trips<br />
Beginners<br />
River Trips<br />
Flat Water &<br />
Lake Trips<br />
Social Events<br />
Hand & Dagger<br />
Keyholder<br />
Lifeguard<br />
Instructor or<br />
Coach<br />
<strong>Canoe</strong> Courses<br />
Access<br />
Agreements<br />
General<br />
Information<br />
Committee<br />
Area of Interest<br />
<strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong><br />
Help List<br />
Contact<br />
Telephone<br />
Number<br />
Andy Dowe<br />
Rolling Course<br />
Bob Smith<br />
Brian Woodhouse<br />
Website<br />
Chris & Janet Porter<br />
Dave Ellison<br />
Christmas Party<br />
Ian McCrerie<br />
<br />
Jacky Draper<br />
Treasurer John Kington<br />
Library<br />
Paddles Up competition<br />
Secretary, Newsletter Martin Stockdale<br />
Mick Huddlestan<br />
<br />
<br />
Nick Pope & Sam<br />
Turner<br />
Peter Jones<br />
Phil Haworth<br />
Simon Cole<br />
Quartermaster Steve Swarbrick<br />
<br />
Chairman<br />
Training Coordinator Calendar<br />
Steve Wilkinson<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
Tim Langridge<br />
D'<strong>Ribble</strong>r's Award<br />
(swim reports)<br />
Tom Byrne
<strong>Ribble</strong> <strong>Canoe</strong> <strong>Club</strong><br />
CALENDAR<br />
This Month: November/December 2003<br />
Last minute trips organised at Hand & Dagger (Weds, 6:30pm onwards) or Fulwood Leisure Centre (Fri, 9:00pm).<br />
If you have any dates for the calendar please contact Terry Maddock<br />
ibble CC organised trips are in bold.<br />
Other <strong>Ribble</strong> CC events are in italic.<br />
River information:<br />
Burrs 0161 764 9649<br />
www.activity-centre.freeserve.co.uk<br />
Canolfan Tryweryn 01678 520826<br />
www.welsh-canoeing.org.uk<br />
Teeside Barrage 01642 678000<br />
www.4seasons.co.uk<br />
Washburn 07626 978654<br />
yorkshire.bcu.org.uk/washburn.htm<br />
Wharfe<br />
yorkshire.bcu.org.uk/wharfe.htm<br />
Trips / Events<br />
November<br />
23 Wharfe White Water<br />
Hebden to Barden, N.Yorkshire<br />
Steve Wilkinson<br />
23 Leven Open White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Sten Sture (to book) 01229 582257<br />
30 Ure Moving Water Trip<br />
R. Ure, West Yorkshire<br />
Brian Woodhouse<br />
December<br />
5 Christmas Party<br />
Ferraris, Chipping Rd, Thornley<br />
Ian McCrerie<br />
7 Beginners' Trip<br />
R. Lune, Halton, Lancaster<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
7 Leven Open White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Sten Sture (to book) 01229 582257<br />
14 R. Greta White Water<br />
Keswick<br />
Grahame Coles<br />
14 Leven Open White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Sten Sture (to book) 01229 582257<br />
21 R. Crake White Water<br />
Coniston Water to Greenod<br />
Tony Morgan<br />
31 / 1 New Year Barn Camp and Bonfire<br />
Party<br />
Wrostler's Barn, East side of<br />
Coniston Water<br />
Steve Swarbrick<br />
January<br />
4 Beginners' Trip<br />
R. Lune, Halton, Lancaster<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
6 Committee Meeting<br />
Hand & Dagger, Catforth<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
11 Kent White water (Grade 4)<br />
R. Kent, Kendal<br />
Tony Morgan<br />
18 Leven White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Tony Davis<br />
18 Flat Water Tour<br />
Rufford Canal<br />
Tom Byrne<br />
20 Newsletter deadline<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
25 Moving Water Practice<br />
R. Lune, Halton, Lancaster<br />
Tim Langridge<br />
25 Leven Open White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Sten Sture (to book) 01229 582257<br />
February<br />
1 Beginners' Trip<br />
R.Wenning, Bentham, N.Yorks<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
1 Leven Open White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Sten Sture (to book) 01229 582257<br />
8 Upper Lune White Water<br />
R. Lune, Tebay to R. Rawthey<br />
TBA<br />
15 Flat Water Tour<br />
R. Derwent, York<br />
Tom Byrne<br />
15 Eden White Water<br />
R.Eden, Lazonby, Cumbria<br />
Steve Swarbrick<br />
22 Leven White Water<br />
Newby Bridge, Cumbria (£2.00)<br />
Tim Langridge<br />
26 Annual General Meeting<br />
Fulwood Leisure Centre<br />
Martin Stockdale<br />
29 Calder Moving Water<br />
R. Calder, Great Harwood<br />
Brian Woodhouse<br />
<strong>March</strong><br />
7 Beginners' Trip<br />
R. Rothay, Rydal, Cumbria<br />
Terry Maddock<br />
Slalom<br />
See www.canoeslalom.co.uk for event<br />
details<br />
No dates for the Stafford & Stone mini<br />
slaloms yet, please check with Jacky<br />
Draper for details.<br />
Full Slalom calendar to follow in January<br />
newsletter!<br />
Polo