Northern lights and White Ladies

Loading the boats above Porth Eilian, the sheltered bay just west of Point Lynas on Anglesey's north coast, I realised with some surprise that this would be the first overnight trip of the year.
So far it seemed I had failed rather completely to put the G.T. to the use it was intended for - having loaded the tent, camping gear, food and various miscellaneous items including a sizeable tripod for the camera along with various other oddities, there was space for a good deal more - it seems the G.T. will have to wait for more serious expeditions later in the year before it is used for the trips it warrants.
Heading out beneath the lighthouse of Point Lynas - the mild conditions of the sheltered cove were quickly lost as we headed off shore to pick up the west going ebb - pogies, tucked under deck lines almost as an after thought were back on the paddle within minutes.
As the flow picked up, so the sea state increased - a fresh breeze pushing against the tide.
It was bumpy, enjoyable and fast ride towards Porth Wen where we headed closer inshore, enjoying the chop beneath the cliffs.
Later, having moved further off shore once again to avoid the strong eddies, we were accompanied by several porpoises - this one diving just a fraction too soon for what would have been a lovely image - the dorsal fin is just visible to the left of Chris' paddle. In the sun, they were often clearly visible just beneath the surface, something I have rarely seen before.
Continuing west, we passed Harry Furlough's rocks and moved out of the main race towards Carmel Head and the White Ladies (beacons, which when aligned with the beacon on West Mouse, indicate the halfway point on the crossing from Harry Furlough's rocks to The Skerries)...
...looking now for a landing and a camp for the night. This narrow slot provided a sheltered and easy enough landing on small boulders, although the carry with loaded boats was less easy and at low water, less pleasant.
It proved well worthwhile, giving a camp with a superb outlook toward The Skerries and the navigation lights that litter this stretch of the north coast.
Leaving early, we caught the flood stream back around the head...
...where Brian paddled into view having left Cemlyn Bay earlier in the morning to join us on the return trip.
Despite the increasingly fresh wind, the cliffs gave a good deal of shelter...
...and we paused a while at Porth Llanlleiana, before heading on into Porth Wen.
Arriving here close to high water, it was the first time I have been able to paddle through the arch in front of the old brick works - annoyingly someone has seen fit to hang some old ironwork from the arch.
It never ceases to amaze me how these places are treated and I have long since given up on the idea that outdoor folk, including sea kayakers, are not to blame for at least some of the damage, litter and general abuse of the places we frequent. A new fire ring burnt into the grass at Porth Llanlleiana seemed particularly unforgivable, especially given the shingle beach not ten yards away and the welcoming nature of the land owner whom we have met while camping here in the past. Such places, especially on the Welsh coast are few and far between - it really isn't so hard to take a little care of those places we profess to value so highly.