The volcanic cone, of Stromboli, rising from the sea floor of the Mediterranean, dominates many of the seascapes of the Aeolian Islands. It is the volcano of children’s picture books. We approached the island on the car ferry from Salina, calling at the small village of Ginsotra before carrying on to the main settlement at San Vincenzo. Today’s population of about 500 is significantly lower than the several thousand people who lived on the island at the end of the 19th century.
After an early breakfast, and a quick glance at the warning signs regarding tsunamis we headed around the island in a clockwise direction. Agnes, our guide and friend from Planete Kayak, knows the area well and proved to be an ideal leader, sharing her knowledge and enthusiasm for the area.
Onto the west coast we reached the small village of Ginostra. About 40 people live year round in this small village with the only reasonable means of access being by boat. The small harbour is supposed to be one of the smallest in the world although a larger one for the ferries was constructed in 2004.
Leaving the harbour we turned north and approached one of the most amazing physical spectacles I have seen anywhere.
We continued our circumnavigation of the Island, landing back at the harbour, prior to catching the early morning car ferry back to Vulcano. What is certain is that Stromboli is one of the most dramatic places that I have ever paddled and feel certain that I will return at some point in the future.
Coasteering is the perfect activity to to accompany a days sea kayaking, or as an alternative challenge if you fancy something different when visiting the coast.
Over the years coasteering has received a significant amount of bad press, largely with the “popular media” referring to it as “tombstoning”. With the appropriate training and equipment it is actually a very safe activity and has given tens of thousands of people many hours of pleasure.
Although many people consider it a relatively recent development, in Jersey, in small groups of friends, we were exploring the coastline in the 1970’s. My research has uncovered evidence of people exploring the coastline of Great Britain in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Many of these people had backgrounds in mountaineering.
Today, the people who are coasteering are as likely to have come from surfing and kayaking as they are from rock climbing. Wet suits and buoyancy aids are the equipment of choice as opposed to ropes and boots.
Despite the adverse publicity coasteering is becoming more popular year after year. Certain areas of the UK, such as Pembrokeshire and Cornwall have been seen as the main centres of coasteering activity but the popularity has spread. Now there are hundreds, if not thousands, of people enjoying the activity from the Channel Islands in the south to the Hebrides in the north, with regions such as Dorset in between.
In the past many people have relied upon commercial providers to run guided trips but more and more families and friends are discovering the pleasure of undertaking journeys along the base of cliffs, combining the skills of swimming and rock scrambling.
I have written this book in an attempt to provide people with basic information necessary to safely undertake this exciting activity. It covers topics such as:
4. Sea state and weather
The book is available for the Kindle from Amazon, and hopefully it will be useful resource for those people want to up coasteering.
For various reasons over the last few months I just haven’t had the time to update the content on the site, partly because I have been fortunate enough to be out kayaking, several times each week. Things are changing and hopefully I will be able to add content on a more regular basis. In addition I have moved the content from the blog into a new format, which should give more flexibility with the updates.
It has certainly been a busy few months with sea kayaking in Jersey’s waters taking place on a regular basis. I have also been fortunate enough to visit some amazing paddling destinations which I am planning to write about over the next few weeks and months.
Greenland has featured again in our paddling adventures but so have some new areas such as Spain and Mauritius, both of which offered kayaking of a surprisingly high standard, with delightfully warm weather and water.
One of the biggest changes is that retirement has arrived which allows for significantly more time to explore Jersey’s local waters. It wasn’t until I finished work that I realized just how good the weather is during the week, enabling visits to our favourite reef, the Ecrehous to take place on the quieter days during the week. My finishing work has coincided with a number of other people coming to the end of their careers, which has meant that there is always somebody to go paddling or coasteering with.
Over the coming months there will be updates with useful information for those who wish to kayak in the Channel Islands, with suggestions of great paddling destinations further afield.
Other photographs of our more recent kayaking trips can be seen here.
After a good nights sleep we woke to another beautiful day, which wasn’t all good news as we would be exposed to the sun at times as we gained nearly 1,000 metres in height. As the height increased there was a corresponding expansion of the view. Snow capped peaks started to appear in several directions.
The young people were quite amazing, despite how strenuous the day was I didn’t hear a single complaint or negative comment as we climbed through the forest. It was interesting to note that in several places trees showed clear evidence of being struck by lightening. Thankfully the weather was looking settled with not a cumulo-nimbus in sight.
As we broke through the tree line we emerged onto a col where we were going to spend the next two nights, part of the acclimatization process, as we climbed higher into the mountains.
We did attract the attention of some of the local wildlife.
This gives an idea of the gradient of the path. Overall we probably spent 5 hours walking uphill at this angle. The trees offered some welcome shade from the noon day sun.
Above the tree line we reached a col, with a particularly steep drop into the next valley. Although some of the summits were covered in cloud it was clear that there had been a fresh snowfall higher up, which wasn’t particularly encouraging.
Tents were pitched on the col and it was immediately time to find the down jackets, the temperature was dropping like a stone. By 6.00 pm all of the tents were covered in a layer of ice and the thermometer kept going downhill for the next 10 to 12 hours. It turned out to be one of the coldest nights I have ever spent in a tent.
The tents did catch the last of the suns rays.
The food tent was pitched on the flat roof of one of the huts. During the warmer summer months the local shephards bring the animals up to the higher pastures but in the autumn we were pretty certain that we would have the area to ourselves.
As the sun sets over Pakistan we retired to the food tent to warm up, knowing that this would also be our camp site the following evening. Tomorrow was meant to be an easier day after two long up hill treks.
After the heat and madness of Delhi it was a pleasure to arrive in the Chamba Valley, in Himachal Pradesh, in north west India. We were here to trek for 8 days through the mountains of this Indian State. On the drive from Pathenkot, a town we had traveled to by overnight train from Delhi, there had been some distant views of snow capped peaks, but now they seemed within touching distance. Initially we stayed at the beautiful Orchard Huts, which is a superb place to stay if you happen to find yourself in this corner of the Indian sub-continent.
Our convoy of jeeps traveled to the road head, from where we started our climb. We caused quite a stir, with local school children coming out of the classroom to watch us pass by. Camp that evening was at 2,450 metres, we had climbed nearly 1,000 metres from where we started in the morning.
The first part of the trek involved some sections of downhill as we followed the course of the river, prior to heading up the ridge towards higher land. Fortunately a lot of the route was through trees, providing welcome shade from the Indian sun.
This water mill was busy grinding local flour. It reminded me of the old tidal mills in northern Brittany, some of which have been lovingly restored.
This was the last village we passed through as we climbed out of the valley. Little did we realize that we would be camping in this village a week later.
Looking back to the village. It was clearly a rich agricultural region. It never failed to amaze, the steepness of the slopes that villages clung to.
First night’s camp. The horses were free to wander after their efforts of carrying some of our equipment.
Before it went dark some of the distant snow fields were lit by the final rays of the sun. Hopefully promising another good day tomorrow.
A visit to St Catherine’s to collect some kayaking equipment from the Jersey Canoe Club premises made me realize how few times I had ventured to the east of the Island so far this year.
The breakwater was part of a plan to build a significant naval harbour, work commenced in 1847 but had been abandoned by the mid-1850’s. Never seeing using as a naval harbour it was given to the States of Jersey in 1876. Today is see’s plenty use by a wide range of recreational activities such as fishing, sailing and kayaking.
Quite a pleasant cycle ride today out to Corbiere, followed by a walk across the causeway. This is the classic location for a picture, with the reflection in the rock pool unfortunately today the weather conditions weren’t ideal from a photographic perspective.
The lighthouse was first lit on the 24th April 1874 and it was automated in 1974. It cost £8,001 to build and is possibly the most photographed location on Jersey. What I do know is that for the sea kayaker it is a truly iconc landmark.
A quick walk along the cliffs of the south west of the Island this afternoon. This section of coast is one of my favourites for coasteering but I have to admit that this afternoon the water didn’t look that appealing.
Hopefully though it won’t be too long before we are swimming and jumping our way along the base of these cliffs.
A rather pleasant Sunday morning out from St Brelade. We headed around to Noirmont to play in the tide race formed on the ebbing tide. Conditions were made more interesting due to the rather large swell running in from the west. Just offshore it was probably peaking in the region of 8 feet with a swell period of about 14 seconds.
Derek is taking quite a wide route around Point Le Fret, to avoid the breaks in the region of the reefs. A good way to spend a Sunday morning.
On a day when the temperature reached 15 degrees, we headed from St Catherines along the north coast as far as Egypt, where the Canoe Club has a small cottage. Here we are approaching the headland just to the east of Rozel, with the aptly named teddy bear rock clearly visible on the right.
A great day on the water with hopefully many more to follow in the coming weeks and months.