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The Paddler Autumn/Fall issue 2017

The International magazine for recreational paddlers. The best for all paddling watersports including whitewater kayaking, sea kayaking, expedition kayaking, canoeing, open canoeing and rafting. All magazines are in excess of 150 pages and absolutely free.

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<strong>The</strong>PADDLER 46<br />

<strong>The</strong>y are relics of tectonic mountain building that<br />

created the super continent Pangaea, a mere<br />

300 million years ago. Given all this<br />

entertainment, it’s not surprising that we<br />

managed 49km that day. Landing through the<br />

small surf at Widemouth allowed us a camp spot<br />

on the dunes, watching the sun set into the sea.<br />

We had to drag ourselves away to shuttle cars,<br />

eventually falling into bed at midnight. It was a<br />

surreal way to end a perfect day.<br />

<strong>The</strong> grand finale<br />

Knowing that we had a mere four hours of<br />

paddling left, we enjoyed a late start, although<br />

this meant paddling against the tide. <strong>The</strong> sea was<br />

a mirror, another perfect weather day; an<br />

extremely rare occurrence for a British bank<br />

holiday. Our compasses resolutely pointed north.<br />

Those zigs kept zagging as we followed fold after<br />

fold along the cliffs. <strong>The</strong> dip became so steep on<br />

occasion that the layers of rock were vertical<br />

sheets, pushing out into the sea. Bude hardly<br />

made a blip in their inexorable waves. Neither<br />

did Marsland Mouth, but this tiny non-descript<br />

bay halted our progress. We’d reached the<br />

border! <strong>The</strong>re were obligatory selfies and<br />

congratulations. We’d paddled round Cornwall.<br />

Yay! Unfortunately there was still another 8km<br />

to Hartland Quay and the car. Our paddle<br />

wasn’t over yet. Gull Rock #6 and #7 passed in<br />

quick succession. More folds and rocky fingers<br />

pointed west, fingers that had ripped holes in the<br />

sides of a multitude of ships. This included<br />

Johanna that was wrecked in 1982, on her way<br />

to South Wales with a cargo of wheat. She<br />

floundered within sight of Hartland lighthouse,<br />

the headland known locally as ‘Sailor’s Grave’.<br />

We beached at Hartland Quay and joined the<br />

Devon holiday makers in the sea, finally able to<br />

cool off. It was done. <strong>The</strong> Cornish coast, all<br />

337km of it. During those ten long days we only<br />

saw three other sea kayakers. Where are you all?<br />

Why isn’t the Cornish coast in demand,<br />

surrounded by our bobbing craft? <strong>The</strong>re are so<br />

many sections that I will be returning to, to<br />

explore more fully; I deserve to give into my<br />

curiosity. So do you!<br />

Chris, Eurion, Mark and I would like to thank P&H Kayaks and Palm<br />

Equipment for their support in completing this adventure.

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