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River Wye Trip – Saturday by Aleksander Ford

River Wye Trip – Saturday by Aleksander Ford

Day one (Rhayader to Builth Wells)

Today we paddled the River Wye.  As we rearranged boats ready for shuttling it was a nice sunny day and we were all excited for the journey ahead.  It was going to be a 24 km paddle, which we found took us a surprisingly short time to paddle, due to the fast-flowing river, which had been fed by a week’s worth of rain.

When we started it was very gentle with a few wave trains and further down, the river was a very bouncy part which was under a tall bridge.  Carrying on, we passed large amounts of sheep and cattle which stared at us. Eventually we came to a grade 4 minus feature (Builth Rocks) which was a drop followed by lots of boiling and bubbling water.  After that there were a few places to practise surfing.

Overall the river was very gentle with a few places to have fun.  It’s a great river, longer than normal paddles, for beginners and improvers alike.

Aleksander Ford

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Wye? Because it’s there…… by Chris Murphy

Wye? Because it’s there…… by Chris Murphy

Wye? Because it’s there…… Day two the Upper Wye (Llangurig to Rhayader)

After Hannah and Craig left us on Sunday morning 15 paddlers got on the water at Llangurig to begin our second trip on the River Wye. This time we would be finishing our paddle at the point where we started yesterday’s paddle in the middle of Rhayader below the grade four feature. (more of that later).

We split into three groups of five with the “canary” group of Mark, Stuart T, Leanne, Sarah and Stuart C setting off first. Next was our group with Kirk, Chris M, Ollie, Craig F and Alexsander. Bringing up the rear was the third group of Keith, John, Chris T, Jenny and Sean.

The River Wye on this section was 18k of read and run grade 2/3 however the recent persistent rainfall had resulted in the levels being higher than normal. This meant that the first part of the day was largely spent picking our way through the overhanging trees. The lengthy flat sections were interrupted every now again by the grade three drops which were pretty friendly for the most part but a couple of them did provide a few problems.

The first of these involved a fallen tree that was blocking the exit to a left-hand feature. We decided safety first was the best policy and portaged. After a scramble across the bank we got back in our boats and paddled back up the tree to take a closer look. The obstruction had also collected a section of fencing complete with barbed wire which we couldn’t see from the bank. The portage was a good call after all.

The other troublesome feature had a sharp drop with a hole on river right and a better approach river left but with one or two large rocks to negotiate.

The canary team went first and unfortunately chose the wrong route resulting in a swim for Mark and Stuart C and a nifty roll in the hole from Sarah. After watching them sacrifice themselves for team the rest of us were able to pick a more successful route.

After a few more drops and we eventually neared the town and my thoughts were turning to the only grade 4 feature on the river. This was the last drop after the bridge in the centre of Rhayader. After providing much of the previous evening’s entertainment following a very long and very avoidable swim the day before, I was determined to get through this last feature unscathed. I managed it successfully but other weren’t so lucky. Craig who had stayed dry for nearly two full days chose this moment to leave his boat within meters of the finish line and Stuart C took his second swim of the day although his first had resulted in broken glasses so fair enough, he was paddling blind after all!

The drama wasn’t completely over as Ollie managed to find himself upside in some trees after trying to help one of the swimmers get to the bank. Luckily, he was able to roll up.

We headed back to the bunkhouse to get changed and to grab a quick cuppa before heading home. A great weekend in a great bunkhouse which I’m sure we will be heading back to in the near future.

Chris Murphy

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Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019 Day 05 “The Famous Five go to Smiley Face Island”

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019
The Famous Five visit Lofoten” by Enid Blyton

Day 05 – Trollfiorden to Finoya Island (smiley face face island) (13th August) by Julian “The Famous Five go to Smiley Face Island”


After having had a good night’s sleep, and more importantly as far as Dick was concerned, a hearty breakfast, we were ready to continue our wonderful adventure.

Anne made sure we were all aware of the need to leave the campsite in shipshape condition. (Julian thought – take only memories, leave only footprints – Yes, thank you Anne, we know, but he was old enough and wise enough not to say anything!)

The next part of our journey involved some rather tricky tidal planning. This was jolly exciting as it was really important to get to the Valvagen Canal while there was enough water to ensure we could all paddle through. If we failed to break camp and be on the water at the appointed time, or we had a mishap on route, or Timmy and Anne got the timing wrong we could be stuck for some time at the entrance of the canal. If this happened there was little doubt that while we waited Anne would want to make a new camp and Dick would start eating his lunch.

Fortunately, we were on the water at the right time. (George had eaten some of her irregular shaped food items and consequently packed a little quicker.) We had no mishaps as we paddled passed the islands of Ulvoya (yesterday’s second breakfast stop) and Brakoya on glorious, balmy seas in splendid weather. Timmy and Anne were spot on with the tidal planning. (Julian had confidently expected them to be but would not admit that to them.) The canal is only short but made out of enormous, (really big) boulders placed on top each other and was somewhat impressive. Having successfully negotiated the canal we did indeed stop, and Dick did indeed eat his Lunch.

Now came the really serious part of the days paddle and it was all George’s fault! Some years earlier when George was young and didn’t know Timmy she had stayed on an island, much like the one she owns, (Kirrin Island). George really, really wanted to return. It was called Finoya Island, but George had drawn a smiley face on her map, so we called it ‘Smiley Face Island’. It was out in the sea and just one of a lot of small islands. We knew it had no fresh water but had plenty left in our kayaks even if storm bound for a day or two. But could we find it?

Once we had embarked on this heroic paddle and were committed to the task, George discovered that she could not identify the Island! Apparently, to George, all Islands look the same from the sea! It was only due to some terrifically good navigation by Timmy and Anne that we did succeed in our quest and reunite George with ‘Smiley Face Island’.

And what a splendid island it was. We soon had camp made, clothes and equipment drying and the kettle on. This was going to be such fun. A whole island for us to explore for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Even Dick left his cooking pot to circumnavigate the island on foot, it was that good.

Just before bedtime the sky turned pink and what was a jolly spiffing view across the sea to the mountains became even jollier and more spiffing. At that moment, thanks to the pink sky and a quantity of our special ginger beer, it was the most beautiful place in the whole wide world.

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Three go around Anglesey on neap tides by Catriona Hare

Three go around Anglesey on neap tides by Catriona Hare

We all set off at about 4:00 in the morning to get to Gallows point in time to leave at 6:30 and catch the tide down the Menai Straits. Well nearly, one of us was a wee bit tardy and we finally set off at 6:50. I suspect there may have been some contingency planning in the start time.

The straits looked magical in the early morning sun and the near absence of any other boat traffic gave a rare calmness for the start of the paddle. It made me realise the straits should not just be a bad weather option. We made good time towards Abermenai point where the tranquillity was disturbed not for the last time by speed boats. Here we picked up the flood tide, before heading to the beach south east of the light house on Llanddwyn Island, for a well-deserved second breakfast; or one of Keith’s many elevenses stops which I have learnt means eat a proper meal, because it might actually be our only stop for hours. There were a lot of small dead fish on the high tide line, and we spent some time speculating about the cause, much more productive than actually knowing the reason for the phenomenon, well….

After this we crossed Matreath and Aberffraw bays to reach the church on the rocks, a day too early for the 3rd and last service of the year. Here we had another elevenses and applied more suntan lotion. It was hot, even Ian was paddling in a T-shirt.

To make the most of the flood tide we paddled across to Roscolyn Head. Along this stretch we were harassed by Smokers, numerous jet skis and speed boats creating the feeling of post apocalypse Waterworld. They seemed to get as close to us as possible without giving any indication that they knew we were there, and to approach from multiple different directions simultaneously to ensure the boat wakes merged creating unpredictably messy waves. Where is Kevin Costner when you need him?

Things quietened down a bit as we paddled onto Porth Rufyydd to the east of Penryn Mawr, where we eventually lost the tide and decided to stop for the night. Just as well as I was a bit broken by now. After eating, our tents were up and I was thinking of going to sleep, all be it only 7:30ish when a family arrived on the beach with 4 children and 3 dogs. One of the dogs found Ian threatening and barked and attempted to nip him, one of the others decided to investigate tents, food supplies and kayaks. Luckily the owners more or less took control of their pets before at least one tired grumpy kayaker lost her temper.

We woke up the next day to sea fog, which was really useful as the beach had an absence of suitable toilet rocks and the vegetation at the top of the beach consisted of heather and gorse bushes. We broke camp at about 10:30 after a leisurely breakfast, unfortunately I broke a tent pole at this point, which prompted a wide-ranging discussion on tent design between Ian and Keith. I learnt what was wrong with mine but reached no conclusion on optimum tent structure.

We set off round Penryn Mawr, then took a bearing into the fog towards South Stack. Keith and I headed due north, Ian took a different bearing from his compass to go in the same direction, so he was made to go at the back. We heard south stack before we saw it, although by the time we got there the sun had almost appeared. We stopped for an elevenses in parliament cave, before giving Holyhead harbour a wide berth. We had another uniformed discussion about whether the big catamaran still ran, and the size of the wake it created. I was happy to paddle quite quickly. We continued to make good progress in the tidal stream and rounded Carmel Head at mid tide, which was lumpy and good fun. By now we had been paddling for several hours without an elevenses and we took a detour into Cemaes bay for food, water, ice cream and a well-earned rest. We then used the remaining tide to head round to the brickworks in Porth Wen, which was heaving with yachts, motorboats, kayakers, tents and BBQs. We decided to camp on the beach at the south of the bay, after all some of us might need lots of beauty sleep. Keith and Ian helped fixed my tent pole and put my tent up; it wasn’t well designed for stony beaches before it broke, and now required careful attention. I was very grateful, the offer of Ian’s bivy bag as an alternative had not appealed very much.

As the sun went down, we watched one of the small boats return from land to its mothership. The engine went putt, putt, splutter, stop the oars came out and the boat continued downwind beyond its destination. It continued to head out to sea when they managed to get the engine going again. Steering control was given to a small child, the boat went around in circles, the engine stopped again, the oars came out and it headed further out to sea. We had some half-hearted discussions about helping but my tent was tied to our kayaks, and I thought this was a really bad idea.

After the petrol stove debacle in Lofoten, and Keith’s petrol stove not working well on this trip either, I had been feeling quite pleased with myself for only owning a gas stove, well at least until today. The self-seal valve failed to self-seal when I removed my stove from the gas bottle this morning. Keith found this very amusing, Ian thought he could set fire to it and I might move a bit quicker. Anyway, we set off before the tide was with us and eddy hopped along the coast to Port Eillian, for an elevenses. Keith insisted it was my turn to make the brew, luckily my gas bottle had stopped leaking and I had enough gas to complete the task, and I could feel smug again.

Before I had agreed to come on the trip, I had checked we were not going to go around any of the sticky out bits in conditions I might find scary. Time for more ridicule, about expected crashing waves round Point Lynas; needless to say, it was flat calm. Having agreed that a direct crossing to Puffin Island was a bit long, we set off towards Moelfre via Ynas Dulas hoping to pick up the tide. We saw lots of seals and porpoises on route but didn’t find the tide. However, Keith and Ian seemed not to notice this and seemed to cover the ground at the same speed as we had for the rest of the trip; I had to paddle quite hard to keep up.

We reached Moelfre where we had a short break to stretch our legs before heading directly to Puffin Island. We had now found the tide, but Keith and Ian didn’t let up on the paddling and I continued to paddle quite hard. We were making really good progress, getting on for 10km/Hr. Ian reckoned if we paddled a bit quicker we could cover the whole distance in just over an hour, Keith said he was in holiday paddling mode so this was not necessary, I suspected Ian was trying to break me. We made it just round Trwyn Du for a another very short leg-stretch before heading down the straits back to Gallows Point. There were lots of boats, Keith and Ian discussed staying in the right part of the straits to keep the tide and avoid the speed boats. I was really quite tired by now and just concentrated on paddling, so I have no idea what line we took or why.

We reached Gallows Point to find a couple of angels on the beach, with cake and an unexpected but greatly appreciated enthusiasm for carrying other people’s boats up the beach. Nikki and Martin had after all had a whole day of rest, as they had managed to paddle round the island in just two days.

We headed off to the Gazelle Hotel, where I trusted Keith to guide me into a parking space, my left front wheel was mm away from falling down a steep drop, when I applied the handbrake. All five of us stayed for an “interesting” meal before heading back home.

My thanks to Keith and Ian for their company and support and making it a thoroughly enjoyable if exhausting weekend.

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Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019 Day 04 “The Famous Five forget they are on holiday and get up very early”

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019
The Famous Five visit Lofoten” by Enid Blyton

Day 04 – Island at North end of Raftsundet to Trollfiorden (12th August) by George “The Famous Five forget they are on holiday and get up very early”


Anne, who is very organised, had brought lots of useful information with her to Lofoten. With the help of Timmy, she planned today’s paddle to minimise the threat of the Raftstundet narrows. This meant being on the water by six. Dick was very concerned about breakfast, early morning porridge being an integral part of his daily routine. George still had too many irregular shaped food items at this time meaning her boat packing could be a bit slow. Maybe, there needs to be an EU Directive demanding that all vegetable shapes can tessellate. Anyway, this meant most of the group got up between 4:00 and 4:30 am. The exception of course being Timmy who can get ready jolly quickly. However, George is convinced that Timmy sleeps in his paddling clothes and having glimpsed the thread-bareness of the floor of Timmy’s

kennel, this is probably also necessary if he is going to stay dry.

We set off down Raftstundet, where we all failed to resist the urge to take multiple photos of the stunning scenery. Julian was often at the rear of the group camera in hand. Anne was getting increasingly concerned that we might not get through the narrows before the tide turned. George took the lead and paddled past the marker buoy at the start of the narrows, setting a responsible example. The rest of the group, including Anne stopped at the buoy and played in the flow around the buoy. Luckily, we made the end of the narrows before the tide turned, and George really wished she had also played around the buoy.

Anne was frequently concerned about our water provisions and she encouraged us all to top up our water supplies at the next stream. This meant we had at least 30 litres of water for the 5 of us and we were well supplied for the next stage of our adventure, second breakfast. We landed on the island of Ulvoya in a sheltered bay opposite the entrance to Trollfiorden. This was a great location to catch up on sleep, eat and drink (obviously ensuring we used our limited water supplies sparingly).

We then paddled across the very clear still water to the entrance of Trollfiorden. The stillness only being broken occasionally by the wake of the tourist boats. This created “invisible” swell, our kayaks moved up and down with the swell, but the surface still looked flat, most discombobulating. Paddling into Trollfiorden meant we all took a few more photos. When we got to the bottom of the fiord George was so distracted by the scenery she got stuck on a rock. Julian laughed, but dashing Dick came to her rescue. George, Juliana and Dick then got a spiffing surprise with Timmy and Anne deciding we were going to camp here for the night. George was confused as she thought all famous five expedition days were at least 30Km and included a paddle into a head wind.

Timmy, Dick, Julian and George decided to improve their hygiene in the waters of the fiord, Julian and Dick swimming a reasonable distance. Anne decided her constitution was too delicate for any immersion.

In the afternoon Dick, Julian and Anne carried out a stakeout, patiently observing and recording the actions of a sailing boat in the fiord. They observed the crew of the boat spray paint the name of their boat on the rock on the side of the fiord. Although this was done badly, and their attempts at getting to the cliff were entertaining it was still vandalism and the famous five planned to report it to the authorities on their return to civilisation.

After tea George and Dick climbed about 200m to the lake above Trollfiorden. We returned a couple of hours later to find Julian looking after Anne, with a bottle of whisky. Timmy, who had slept for most of the afternoon had retired to his kennel for the night.

We awarded Trollfiorden campsite 4.5 stars, it had lots of freshwater and a proper English toilet, which made Anne very happy. It would have had five stars if it wasn’t for all the tourist boats; in particular the Hurtigruten Ferry which visited the fiord at midnight and was very noisy!!

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Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019 Day 03 “The Famous Five and the mystery of the large boulder”

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019
The Famous Five visit Lofoten” by Enid Blyton

Day 03 – Krakoya Island to Island at North end of Raftsundet (11th August) by Dick “The Famous Five and the mystery of the large boulder”

After a gruelling day 2 on the water the famous five enjoyed a leisurely morning catching up on sleep and cups of tea, Julian fancied something stronger, but Dick said it was a little too early for ginger beer! Anne had promised the gang a day off, however the forecast dictated otherwise, and a decision was made to press on continuing along the north coast of the island. Dick complained about his sore shoulders having not paddled for some time and being hungry, though the latter was not unusual!

Leaving the pretty little island of Krakoya the gang set off heading east along the rather relatively flattish coastline, first to Fiskebøl fergekai where they had to negotiate the ferry crossing, Timmy insisted the gang maintain current speed and heading stating that “the ferry will jolly well have go around us!”

It was a grey day but that didn’t dampen the mood of the gang as they paddled along, Dick periodically needing to stop to bail his cockpit out, at times it seemed like he was paddling a bathtub! As they paddled along, they spotted an unusual object on the small island of Myrlandsoya, it was rather large man-made looking cuboid with what appeared to be a patch of red on the top of it. The five speculated about what it could be, with suggestions of boat shed, sheep shelter or secret military aircraft hangar. Imaginations were running wild. Dick was just hoping it was a KFC.

The five decided to take a late lunch, or 3s’s on the island and investigate further. Dick looked on enviously at the sumptuous lunches the others were enjoying while trying to make his cheese slice and corn wrap look bigger and more appealing than they actually were. Oh, and the unusual object turned out to be nothing more than a just a large boulder! “It’s an erratic” stated Anne in a matter of fact manner.

Back on the water Timmy blazed a trail through the shallow reef before coming to a grinding halt, “fiddle sticks!” he exclaimed. Much to the amusement of the others. He was forced to climb out and pull his boat in to deeper water. Anne was quick to point out that this was technically a portage, but Timmy insisted he only got out to assist the others, who quite sensibly went around the other way, and so the teasing continued late into the afternoon!

Further along the coastline toward the channel between Brottøya and the mainland, the landscape changed to high rocky slopes that fell down into the sea. It was here that the sound of rushing water was heard and so they took the opportunity to re-fill their water bottles. To Dick, this was a new experience and despite his reservations of drinking diesel esters from the road run off he was pleasantly surprised at the refreshing taste from the babbling stream.

By late afternoon the gang rounded the North Eastern tip of Austvagoy Island. Tired and hungry they searched for the secret beach Anne had stayed on before. Eventually the island of Gunnarskjaenit was found and camp made for the night. Timmy decided it was time for a bath and took a swim in the cold waters of the channel, the others were secretly relieved since the aroma from his boat was becoming a little whiffy, but no-one had the heart to tell him.

The five settled down for the night and once again Julian asked the question. “Yes, now it’s time for ginger beer!” came the reply.

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Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019 Day 02 “Five discover the Arctic Ocean”

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019
The Famous Five visit Lofoten” by Enid Blyton

Day 02 – Lyngvaeret Island to Festvainset Ruberthelmen (elevenses) to Felvika beach (lunch) to Krakoya Island (10th August) by Timmy “Five discover the Arctic Ocean”

Anne was feeling so much better this morning having been reunited with her belongings. She now had two pairs of undies and her own Macintosh to wear should the weather turn dastardly and more than enough food to last for the whole holiday.

The group had also solved the other big issue uncovered the previous evening. Anne had asked Uncle Jann for “Magic fuel” for the stoves. Please Uncle Jann, they run on “mystical white gas” or even “Arctic Coleman fuel”. Well it turned out that Coleman fuel in Norwegian means Kerosene (Paraffin).

“Blimey” said Julian, “this mystical white gas will not light, how are we going to cook”
“I’m hungry” said Dick. “I am used to three full meals a day after all those iron men”
Julian eventually found the secret of lighting the mystical white gas. We first make a bonfire around the stove with paper and sticks and then set it all on fire. When the flames eventually die down enough to approach, the mystical white gas fires up into action. However, Anne’s and Dick’s stoves did not like the bonfire approach, and we were to use them as extra ballast in the bottom of the kayaks for the rest of the trip.
“Woof” said Timmy.

The Famous Five set off extraordinarily early from Lyngvaeret Island just as the sun was rising. Anne had read that the Northerly flow would speed us under the road bridge and out into the Arctic ocean. It was a fantastic red sunrise, but George’s eyes were still closed and would not open for at least another hour.

As the Famous Five rounded Brenna point the ocean swell began to crash on the surrounding reefs. George had a nervous grin but struggled on over the top of each swell. The group had heard that Nordic Trolls often had summer houses all covered in moss and grass and we soon found one of the dwellings complete with an outside loo.
“That’s a bit of luck” said Anne until she discovered that it was locked. We laid out the picnic blanket and had a scrumptious picnic luncheon (elevenses) with lots of tea in the sun. Only a Kilometre or two to go promised Anne. She had selected a splendid little island for our second night sleeping wild on the adventure. Timmy then barked “Woof, Woof” and his little nose pointed up to some approaching high wispy cloud.
“Crikey” gasped Dick “looks like stronger winds are on the way”
“Red sky in the morning” mumbled Anne. “We had a little trouble here in 2015 with dangerous reefs all around. Let’s view the future with some Nordic 4g.”

Mystic Meg at Yr.No predicted strong winds from the North East, Anne’s heart missed a beat and Timmy indicated that he did not want to get caught in his kennel on a low-lying island. They decided to press on regardless in the hope of clearing all the dangerous outlying reefs and finding shelter further East. George and Dick did not like the idea of paddling into a headwind but quietly tucked in behind with the promise of a non-paddling day tomorrow.

“I think that was where we had fish and chips last time” said Anne.
“Where?” said Dick, “I am hungry again”
“Oh back there in Laukvika Harbour; but we best not stop as the wind is picking up” said Anne.
“But how am I going to spend all this Kroner?” said Julian.

After what seemed ages we arrived at a gorgeous beach and possible campsite.
What’s that smell” said Dick.
“I think it’s Anne” said Julian.
Timmy pointed his nose at all the rotting seaweed behind the rocks.
“This is ‘Smellvika’ not Felvika beach” remarked Dick. They all giggled a bit.
“Well this won’t do” said George, “I need a cup of tea.”

After a late lunch and a light snooze, the Five returned to sea to battle the headwinds around the headlands and more very dangerous reefs to a group of islands. “There is a 5-star campsite somewhere here, we have camped here before” said Anne. We eventually found the holy site, white coral sand, nice views but it was downgraded to a 4-star as it is now overlooked by three houses. No one cared as we were all soon to bed after doing two days in one. 35km, 12 hours paddling, most of it into a 6 m/s headwind.

At least we have a day off tomorrow because of the bad weather thought George as she folded herself into her snug nylon tunnel and 1.5 season bag.

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Just a little reminder about etiquette when paddling with the club at the docks.

Hi All,

Just a little reminder about etiquette when paddling with the club at the docks.

1/ All paddling must be on the calendar. Experienced paddlers must be in charge and are responsible for the session. Our licence relies on good relations with other water users.

2/ Always keep well away from moored boats (at least one kayak length) and other docks traffic.

3/ Never get out on the Marina or HMS Eaglet (Navy) pontoons or any pontoon that is not public.

4/ Keep to the right when passing other users – especially at the bridges.

5/ Please ensure the locking bolt is properly slotted into the gate when locking up.

Around our compound please take away all rubbish that you find, return boats to the correct rack, empty of any water. Sea kayaks go in threes with one reversed. Please report all faulty equipment to equipment@liverpoolcanoeclub.co.uk

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019 “The Famous Five and The Riddle of the Missing Bag”

Lofoten Islands Expedition 2019
The Famous Five visit Lofoten” by Enid Blyton

Day 01 – Orsvagen campsite to Henningsvaer (shop) to Lyngvaeret Island (9th August) by Anne “The Famous Five and The Riddle of the Missing Bag”

Anne was feeling most perturbed. Those beastly people at the airline had failed to put her bag on the right aeroplane to Lofoten, and that meant that she had no clothes or camping equipment or food for the holiday. She was so looking forward to lashings of ginger beer and bags of tomatoes around the campfire with her chums, but now it seemed that she would have to spend all her pocket money to buy more food. She would also have to rent camping gear from Uncle Jann (the kayak-hire man), although Timmy had offered to share his kennel with her so that she didn’t have to rent a tent. This was very kind, but Timmy was going a bit mangy (he had already lost the fur from his head) and Anne thought that she might prefer her own little tent. How Anne wished that her bag of things had made it to Lofoten.

Just then, Uncle Jann turned up and said “Anne, I have just been speaking to the airline. Your bag will be on the 7:00pm flight from Oslo. You must camp near the village of Lyngvaraet tonight. Your bag will be delivered to you at Lyngvaraet by courier at 7:45pm.” And with that he was gone.

Anne was sure that this was a clue, but what did it mean? Could the Famous Five possibly solve the riddle and find Anne’s missing bag? Anne continued to ponder the riddle as she packed her boat, which contained nothing much at all. She then paddled with the rest of the group along the coast to the south west, towards the island of Henningsvaer. They had learned of an old Norse legend that said there was a supermarket on the island that Timmy, George, Dick and Julian hoped to find so that they could top-up on ginger beer and bags of tomatoes.

The scenery was stunning – mountains as high as any in Scotland shot straight from the sea, and rocky islands lay scattered around like a bag of spilt marbles.

Blimey, feast yer mince pies on that lot” said Julian.

What did he say?” said George.

I think he’s practicing Norwegian” said Dick “something about apricots I think

Or maybe trout?” said Anne, helpfully.

The famous Five were soon at the island of Henningsvaer and split up to find the legendary supermarket. Anne soon thought she had found it, and persuaded Timmy that the small corner shop was indeed the fabled supermarket of Henningsvaer. Timmy bought some very expensive food, only to find out later that Dick, George and Julian had found the real supermarket, where the food was much cheaper. Timmy didn’t usually bite, but Anne thought that she had better keep her distance from him for a while, just in case.

They were then ready to leave and get on their way, with boats bursting at the seams with hampers of (you’ve guessed it) ginger beer and bags of tomatoes. They were heading for another small island, this one uninhabited, not far from the coast. They were planning to stay there for their first wild camp. Anne stared at the map. What was the island’s name? It was Lyngvaraet! And it was just offshore of a village with the same name. The words of Uncle Jann came back to her…”You must camp near the village of Lyngvaraet tonight”…Could this be the first part of Jann’s cryptic clue to be broken?

Once they reached Lyngvaraet island the Famous Five picked through the rest of Uncle Jann’s riddle. What did he mean when he said, “Your bag will be delivered to you at Lyngvaraet by courier at 7:45pm.”?

“Woof” said Timmy “Woof woof”

I think Timmy’s trying to tell us something” said George

Yes” said Anne “I think he’s saying that someone connected with a courier company will visit Lyngvaraet tonight, sometime after 7:40 but before 7:50

And that person will have Anne’s bag!” Shrieked Dick.

The Famous Five quickly developed a plan. Anne was to paddle to Lyngvaraet with Julian, where they would lie in wait and spring a trap on the courier. Anne and Julian swiftly put the plan into action and set off at blistering speed in their kayaks to the mainland. They arrived in plenty of time to set their trap and sat down to wait. Anne had brought along some ginger beer, and they were so engrossed in drinking it that they almost failed to notice the arrival of the courier. Quick as a flash they leapt up and approached him

A package from SAS Airlines for Ms Anne Garland” the courier snarled.

Yes, that’s me. Thank you ever so much. I’m exceedingly grateful” said Anne in a most English manner.

Anne loaded the contents of her bag into her kayak and she and Julian paddled back to the island to meet the others. They were jubilant! The riddle had been solved! They decided to crack open another bottle of ginger beer to celebrate.

My ginger beer is all brown” said Dick.

and I feel squiffy” said George

I’m feelin’ a bit Brahms and Liszt meself” said Julian.

Is he speaking Norwegian again?” asked Anne

Woof” said Timmy.

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For Sale P&H Cetus MV- Expedition Sea Kayak £2000

For Sale P&H Cetus MV- Expedition Sea Kayak £2000  Now Sold

This kayak was made for me in 2017  by Go Kayaking at a cost of £2700 it is a Heavy duty Diolen Hull, Reinforced Diolen deck with a 35 mm wide glass out seam and Kelvar Keel Strip . As you see, it is in all Black  with Metal flake top half  and Yakima Footrest.

Due to injury I will have to sell, I have only used it about 4 times and it hasn’t been out since April last year, it has a few scratches which are only surface and can be polished out  ( trouble of going all black)

It is fast paced and responsive and really easy to carve and turn, this is the middle ground for those who want a bit of extra volume but are too light for the original Cetus. Perfect for new comers and experts to launch their adventures, the Cetus MV has superb stability in all conditions and the ability to inspire confidence is remarkable and truly unrivalled by any other sea kayak out there.

P&H’s handcrafted quality is on show here in its finest form. The MV has all the load carrying capabilities of the original Cetus with its two main hatches plus spacious day hatch and deck pod there is plenty of room for all your kit for an overnight stay or longer.

So what are the design highlights?

  • Expedition capable: The load carrier of choice, it lets you travel self-supported in comfort with the four hatches it has plenty of storage for equipment
  • Effortless distance: The length and ‘shallow V-hull’ add up to a fast, efficient boat that won’t take any time at all to reach the horizon
  • Easy to paddle: The fairly wide hull means rock solid stability whether you’re traveling loaded or not

Key Features:

  • Length and ‘shallow V-hull’: A fast and efficient kayak that will get you where you want to go in no time at all.
  • The Swede form design: Widest section is behind the seat creating a very stable and confidence inspiring platform.

P&H’s most widely requested option balances weight, stiffness and durability. It offers superb impact resistance and can be easily repaired if damaged

I have a lot of kit available greenland paddles and split I have wet suits never been worn, please call for details 07578518965

I am looking for £2000 for the Kayak, I am willing to throw some freebies in with that

cheers

Keith Howard

Contact keeefy2000@googlemail.com

07578518965

DIMENSIONS
Length:541cm Width:54.5cm Internal Cockpit Length:80cm Internal Cockpit Width:41.5cm
VOLUMES & HATCHES
Total Volume:332lts Front Hatch:61.5lts Day Hatch:30lts Rear Hatch:71.4lts                                  Mini Hatch:5lts
WEIGHT
Diolen:27.6kgs Kevlar Carbon:24.8kgs Lightweight Kevlar Carbon:23.3kgs Clear Hull Option Reduces Weight By Approx:1kg
WEIGHT RANGE