18th January – Radyr Weir to Llandaff with Open Boats (friends of the club paddle)

Friends: SW,JN,NB

Not much time to spare this Saturday morning, so the 3 of us, not having used them for a while, decided to spend a couple of hours in the morning on an easy section of river in open canoes.
We arrived at Llandaff Weir, only to be met by 3 obviously newcomers to the sport but with plenty of adrenalin to spare. ‘’I got turned out of the kayak last week in the weir mate, I managed to get out but my kayak kept getting turned over and over again almost like it was stuck!!!! but no problem I managed to edge my way along the edge of the weir on the narrow concrete bit and managed to pull it out’’ said one, ‘’mm’’, ‘’oh’’ came the response from us. Then looking at his two mates who both had buoyancy aids on but only camoufladge trousers, camoufladge jackets, jack boots and no helmet or anything else besides were obviously going to attempt to go over the weir on a sit on top. The guy who had the epic the week before was determined to go back into the weir also, he did have most of the kit, except helmet, I think he had a buoyancy aid, at least there was something bulky under his spraydeck that made him look 9 months pregnant!!
The water was tremendously high again with a very long tow back the full width of the weir.
Then these guys then wanted us to watch them, at which stage Steve and I turned our backs and started to move our boats to the beach just below the weir, while Nick continued to try to persuade them not to do it. Ten minutes or so later Nick came to join us having convinced them not to attempt the suicide and we proceeded on down the river.
The river was very fast at this stage and it didn’t take us long to get down to the natural broken weir, where although the ‘white water’ was mostly washed through the flow was very fast and formed huge waves so it was like being on a roller coaster. We had forgotten how much fun it was in these big open boats. We broke out on the beach just below the next bridge for a cup of tea and our thoughts went back to the three guys at the weir, wondering what the storey had been after we left them. We hadn’t had any sight of them since leaving. The next section of river was much slower, still some bumpy water in places but in no time we were down to the get out.
Not a long paddle bur again very enjoyable.
Back at the get in the 3guys vehicle had gone so we assume all ended well for themwhatever they did.

(by John N.)

11th January – Upper Boat to Radyr Weir (friends of the club paddle)

Friends: GC,SW,JN,AR,ST,NB

A quite day’s paddle with some coaching of a newish member of the club who joined us for the paddle as a friend not club member.

(by John N.)

28th December – Upper Boat to Llandaff (friends of the club paddle)

Friends: GC,SW,JN,AR,ST

After the enjoyable Club Xmas Paddle with the water still quite high 5 or 6 of us were keen to get out again, the forecast being very good as well. The stretch from Upper Boat to Radyr being fairly straight forward but with very big waves just by the first industrial estate which some shot twice (and another body surfed down) and the small drop just below the bridge at Taffs Well where the waves were very high also.
We arrived at Radyr weir and after taking only one second, decided to portage. We have all shot the weir many times and decided not to a few as well but on this occasion the tow back looked at least twice the longest boat length.
From there down to Llandaff took no time. Another uneventful day really but better that than the armchair!!!

(by John N.)

Club Xmas Paddle – 21st December Talybont to Llangynidr

After all turning up at the Indian on the A470 we all made our way to the usual get in near the bridge at Talybont.
At the first look at the water, one of the Last of the Summer Wine crew said 'looks fast and furious to me!'.
Followed by one of the Young Bucks who said 'ha! It was twice that height last time I did it, and twice as fast, in fact I capsized, lost my boat and never got it back!'
'Great' came the response.
The water was fairly fast and brown but Matt assured everyone it was our imagination running wild, and it would be fine.
After the shuttle we were all on the water and away, we drifted fairly quickly but without any problems, a bit bumpy in places from waves not rocks!
We got down to Mill Falls fairly quickly and broke out just before on river right as usual while Matt went to inspect as much as he could. Matt then broke out river left just before the falls and we all made our way one at a time ferry gliding over to Matt and from there on down through the falls. Toby’s turn came about midway through the process no problem ferry gliding about halfway across the river to Matt but then got turned and flipped upside down. Calum started to make his way to rescue but in no time Toby was upright again after performing an absolutely effortless and what looked a perfect roll and continued to proceed safely over to Matt as if it had never happened (well done Toby).
The rest got through the falls with no real problems. 10 minutes later we were into an area of very large hay stack type waves which was fun and lasted about 100metres or so, I have a fairly long boat but at one stage I think three quarters of it was bounced out of the water from the crest of a wave.
After that it was pretty plain paddling down to the get out at the bridge at Llangynidr.
Thanks Matt for leading the trip (and the cag), and other helpers for a ‘no incident’ but enjoyable paddle prior to Xmas.

(by John N.)

Eastern Cleddau, 1 - 2 November 2013

'3 pints of Guiness and a gin & tonic please,' 'what?', 'oh! don’t ask!!', 'who’s with us', 'oh! don’t ask!!!'

Hywel, Steve, Grant & John N spent the weekend in West Wales intending to do the Eastern Cleddau one day and then the Western Cleddau the following day. We all met in the pub in Little Haven the night before and planned the trip the following day. The planning took all of 60 seconds and the drinking took the rest of the evening. The following day the wind picked up and the rain continued, anyway we decided to give it a go whatever the weather and proceeded to the get in on the Eastern Cleddau at Llandisilio. Sladden’s book says the perfect level is 1½ to 2 foot on the gauge at the ford in Llandisilio, the water was up to just over 2 foot so we thought we would give it a go. After the usual sorting of kit, making sure we had between us all that we should and finding a hassle free parking space for Steve’s van we were on the river and away.

The river here, in appearance is very similar to the Ogmore but not as fast flowing, narrow and winding. A few obstructions and not much white water, nevertheless an enjoyable paddle if not for the weather. There were a few trees down and one section had to be portaged for a small section but generally no problem. However one section of the river was straddled almost the whole width by a tree giving a small gateway to get through but having to brush against small branches en route. Hywel went and inspected 'no problem, straight through the middle', Grant then followed and went straight through the middle, Steve followed and went straight through the middle but got tangled amongst the small branches, Hywel shouting 'stop playing around and let the branches go', 'I haven’t got the branches' came the reply, 'the branches have got me', anyway Steve made his way through with no problem. John came next straight through the middle but got his paddle caught under the bough and when pulling on it spun himself over and did some river bottom inspection, he emptied his boat and dried out about 20 yards further on!!!!!

The rain now started to hammer down and the river broadened out and became a lot faster flowing, but more or less an offortless paddle with beautiful countryside around, until we got to the wier at Blackpool, just passed Canaston Bridge. This can be a dangerous weir and we made the decision not to shoot it (the portage was not easy!). Just the other side of the weir was a smashing play wave where we spent the next 15minutes before the get out just another 20 yards.

We knew the rain had hammered down but when we collected Steve’s van from the get in, the gauge had risen to just over 31/2 foot while we were on the water.

Back to the pub, '3 pints of Guiness and a gin & tonic please,' 'what?', 'oh! don’t ask!!', 'who’s with us', 'oh! don’t ask!!!'

With the weather worsening the following day and the forecast not good we abandoned plans for the Western Cleddau and went to the pub for a coffee while Grant, desperate to get on the water, went surfing before returning to Cardiff.

Worth a trip but not a 'macho' paddler’s river.

Caldey Island, Sunday 6 October 2013

A GENTLE END-OF-SEASON PADDLE AROUND CALDEY………………………..?

Report by Rob G.

Hywel said he fancied Caldey as a gentle end of season paddle, whilst the weather was still mild. Sounded good so Rob joined him and after an early morning run to Tenby we parked conveniently next to South Beach where there were no charges after the end of September. A promising start!

We set off about 12.45 with about an hour or so left before low tide. No sooner had we hit the water than Hywel spotted two paddlers in the distance – turned out to be his mate Wayne from North Avon CC who he’d been to Scotland with earlier this year. Wayne and his mate had camped out on Caldey overnight and were on their way to Amroth. We continued our journey to the jetty on the island’s north coast, paddling into the breeze but mostly sheltered from it by Caldey.

We paddled around the island clockwise and after turning south-east we saw some seals at Caldey Point but as they were making some strange noises we thought it might be pupping season so carried on around the coast, stopping for lunch on Drinkim Bay.

After rounding Chapel Point we were into a stiffish south westerly breeze all along the south coast of the island with a lumpy sea all the way to West Beacon Point. Hywel had vaguely mentioned some “overfalls” there earlier in the day but I hadn’t paid much attention; wish I had because all along the south coast we could see a series of large breaking waves around the Point. I was concentrating on the lumpy sea but as we approached West Beacon Point Hywel said if we turned a sharp right (i.e. roughly north) then we could avoid the worst of it. But it still meant running the gauntlet for about 50 metres with breaking waves at your back. I’m not sure if Hywel heard my strangled cry to “stay close” but he was quickly around the corner and I had no real choice but to follow. After bracing against two waves which I reckoned to be about 1.5-2m I managed to turn and followed Hywel into the calmer waters of Sandtop Bay. Hywel said he thought I’d passed a bit too close to the rocks on our right – as if I had a choice. The sea was taking me where it wanted. I felt pretty relieved not to have taken a swim there, but more through luck than any judgment or paddling skills. Phew!

Sandtop Bay at 7.52 in the morning. Photo taken by Wayne from where he camped.

It was then a relatively gentle paddle to and around St Catherine’s Island before turning for home. With the tide and wind at our backs it took us only about 20 minutes to land back at South Beach again at around 15.45. A slog back up the beach but after a quick change and a coffee in an adjacent café (part of a new apartment block partially constructed at the end of the car park facing the beach) we headed for home.

‘’Upper Upper’’ Taff, Merthyr Vale, Saturday 21st October

John N, Grant, A N Other

Grant and I after paddling the Upper Taff on many occasions, last June decided to walk the section above from Merthyr Vale down to Quaker Yard to scout for a future paddle when conditions permitted. We walked the majority of it and decided it was worth a paddle as soon as possible. Last Saturday we parked in Merthyr Vale at a very easy get in and set off in quite shallow water, not surprising, but nevertheless we wanted to do the paddle. The sides of the valley in this stretch are quite steep and the river banks more densely populated with trees so although the morning was sunny a lot of the river was in shade.

Along the stretch of the river are a number of rock gardens and small rapids that could probably be a bit more fun with more water, we did have to portage one section for about 10 metres, not far, and scraped by on another occasion. It is a very picturesque section with the usual Kingfishers, Herons, and although having seen mink on a number of occasions previously was surprised to have come within 10 feet of an otter.

All in all it was a pleasurable paddle but not too exciting (probably different with another 300 or 450mm of water). Main hazards are trees and fishing line. The get out at Quakers Yard adjacent to the bridge is not  good, but an alternative may be found. Very much warrants another paddle in higher water. John N