Phil, Aaron, Richard and Aled enjoying a coaching session with Paul on the Mawddach Estuary, near Barmouth.
Song of the Sea
Follow the rhythm as the waves surge and fall,
Then rise, fermata to shake their salten heads
Charging, wind driven to the pebbles rasping call,
Plastic cups and sea shells, spewed from curling reach.
Feel the pounding of the sand heavy load,
And stones grinding in the maw,
Rock graded, shingle beach.
Listen to the wind as it roars and moans
As the oystercatcher runs his lines,
Singing, piercing staccato
Busy in windrow, where his harvest is blown.
With time the tide turns and the wind starts to slow,
Sensual, dolce as she moves through the dunes
Now hear the hiss, sand driven like snow?
As water ebbs and flows,
Weed sways, obligato to a melodic tune.
Hear the Guillimots’ Parliament voice
And the whirr as they take to the air?
Pause for the Kittiwakes’urgent chant,
And the silence of the Fulmars stare.
The haunting sigh of a seal on rocks
With pup she tries to hide,
From the hungry Gulls’ raucous lament.
This is the ensemble for all to hear;
Conducted by wind and tide.
From howling storm to summer surf,
With Nature following in harmony,
This is the beautiful libretto text
And eternal song of the sea.
The island also marks the termination of an old limestone headland which geologically separated Dulas Bay from Lligwy Bay and Red Wharf Bay.
On the island is a beacon. Today dominated by ‘head honcho’ Cormorant, it is a cylindrical structure with a cone shaped top, built in 1821 by James Hughes of Llys Dulas Manor to store food and provide shelter for shipwrecked seamen. There is evidence from a map drawn up in September 1748 by Lewis Moore that the island was once known not as Ynys Dulas but Ynys Gadarn (‘Strong or Mighty Island’). Fascinating stuff! But it was time for us to take the escalator (ebb tide) back to Lynas and of greater importance, leave the birds and seals in peace!
Geth had a Red Hot Date with his Wife, Kirsty and Daughter Heidi and the promise of a night in their campervan following a Red Hot Curry! (Hmmm…) Paul and I had the promise of a play in the ebb race off Lynas!!
(Note: As a ‘benson Saesneg’, I’m having trouble translating ‘Balog’. Nearest I can get is ‘flies’, like on trousers! Any ideas?)
The present lantern dates from about 1874. In 1952 the station was electrified and the mechanical elements of the original light-shutter were removed. The light was automated in 1989 and is now controlled from Holyhead.
By now, Lynas race was running at full spring tilt of nearly 5 knots. Surging, steep waves were very playful and occasionally challenging. Easy access to an ‘eddy return escalator’ made for great fun! Gethin ‘coaching’ Rachel to a new technique whilst terrified of the wrath of our Mancunian Lady if it went wrong, sharpened his technique to a higher level!
The easy return to Porth Eilian was again, a true joy!
Oh, I nearly forgot. The Girl in a Dress? Well, I had to say something to gain attention! Young Rachel had a ‘Senior’ (has our youthful friend started early?) moment and left some paddling kit at home. Improvising and resourceful (although Rachel didn’t accept all our ideas), we fashioned kit from a spare spray deck, my XL Storm Cag (Rachel’s natural size is probably XS) and assorted bits and pieces. We thought she looked rather fetching! Rachel said it was like; “paddling in a dress”! Take her word for it, but she did stay dry!
…..And we all had a ‘wet’ to celebrate another great day!
A great sunny weekend of paddling. Day 1 the Stacks journey and Day 2 surfing Penrhyn Mawr, with Paul Williams, Ed Loffill and Geth Roberts. April 1-2, 2017.
Day 1 – Journeying against the ebbing current to North Stack, from Porth Dafarch, and back with the tidal flow.
Day 2 – Penrhyn Mawr Park and Ride
Lunch with friends