Boat Den

A Perfect Sunny Sunday Afternoon

Straight on the water and I cool down with a quick role, it seems summer has already arrived.  Traffic jams, no parking, beaches flooded with sun seekers and waters crammed with speed boats.  I couldnt wait to get far out in the channel.
Taran mentioned how he almost went to Monkstone the other day and peering out at the loan structure it looked tempting to try.  We paddled out to the Cardiff shipping buoy, progress was slow paddling almost directly into the flow.
As we made our way further out we noticed a dark band just under the horizon, Cardiff ground maybe. 
We made an unexpected landing on Cardiff grounds.
A further 20 minute paddle in mirror like seas and a final push against the flow of the tide brought us under the towering Monskstone lighthouse.
There was just enough rock exposed to make a landing.  I never thought I would get out here at low water, especially from Penarth.  This is turning out to be a brilliant paddle.
The tide was still ebbing at a strong pace.
Wheres Taran got too? Im sure I saw him land behind me...
Half way up the tower!
The remains of a previous light? Foundations used in the build? who knows.
These little Turnstones werent bothered by our presence, they had found the perfect little feeding ground.
Back into the flow we headed on to our original destination.

We were calling it close getting to Steep Holm before the tide turned.
Landing at a different place to usual gave us the opportunity to access the upper heights of the island without clambering an iron gate.  We didnt venture far though with the boats precariously balanced on two rocks just above the rising waters.
With the turn of the tide we made our way around Rudder Rock and on to our forth destination, Flat Holm.
The waters were unbelievably calm, playing with the eye, unable to make out where the water ended and where the sky began.  Small creases in the otherwise flat water pushed us along in sets of three or four unnaturally steep waves in the silk like surface.
Sounds of music echoed across the water probably from Weston Super Mare.  How nice it was being out here in the peacefulness of nature away from all the madness.

We made another short stop this time on Flat Holm, if only so Taran could empty his boat.  A quick play in the small race of the west corner of the island, obviously nothing compared to my last visit, before making our way back to Penarth.
And as if this trip couldnt get any better the sun started to set...absolutely perfect.