Wet, Wet, Wet...

...not one of my favourite bands, but definitely the theme of a weekend on Anglesey.
It started nicely enough, the late morning light catching the golden sands of Porth Dafarch...
...but quickly deteriorated; as the wind and seas began to pick up, so the rain began to fall. In fact, it quickly became so wet, a combination of braking waves, spray and rain covering the lens in seconds, that I had soon given up any hope of using the SLR. And so it became a great day for some lumpy paddling without distraction, although the compact mju allowed a few snaps.
Leaving Porth Dafarch, Chris appears a touch camera shy...
...whilst Tim and Brian manoeuvre for pole position.
Having enjoyed some interesting rock hopping en-route, we rounded Rhoscolyn Head where a close passage nearly ended in disaster as a breaking wave caught me off guard: the kayak broached and for a few seconds I thought I would be side surfed straight into the cliffs. As luck would have it the wave released me with about 2 seconds to spare. Another caught me in the face as I PLF'd (a delightfully concise acronym from the annals of Douglas Wilcox I believe), out into the bay.
Crossing the inner race towards Rhoscolyn Beacon the waves steepened and grew by another couple of feet.
Our return to Porth Dafarch hastened by the promise of a F6 and thunderstorms, we enjoyed more lumpy water, passing Trearddur Bay some 2 km off shore, with just occasional PLF'ing to avoid the odd breaker.
The entrance to Porth Dafarch...
..which preceded some fun amongst the waves...
...before increasingly heavy rain and an increasingly difficult paddle back out of the bay into the strengthening winds brought the day to a decidedly wet, but happy conclusion. Outdoor Alternative beckoned...

Caravan? What Caravan?

Comments

Dr Blug said…
Wussed out in the caravan eh?!
Will Herman said…
Very nice it was too!