The first 20 minutes were great but again like a frying pan to the face the wind. This mad e the day a nightmare as it was pretty important to have the tide right all day.
We stopped for breakfast and paddled across Poole Bay. The wind definitely not being friendly. There wasn’t really anywhere to tuck in as we paddled towards Harry and Handfast point. This is one of the most beautiful places to paddle. We hadn’t seen too many cliffs since scotland and this was a great change. The wind had put us hours back already and the tide here usual zips you along but not today. We landed near to Harry and had a quick bite and through the cave. The stack is amazing here and the strata layers in the chalk has some facinating faults. Across Swanage bay and through the bumpy water at Pevril Point .
Aghhhh time, luckly the water was calm enough and we could use the chicken run. The tide and wind were now going to be against us between Anvil Point and Saint Albans Head. It would of been good to of had the tide here as it’s a lovely place to admire the cliffs and checkout the climbs. I used to trad climb here.
We paddled past dancing ledge and I got chatting to a swimmer. Its always good to talk to random people. This lady is a wild swimmer. We shared details and I paddled off.
Making it round Saint Albans Head Chapman’s pool has a slipway and we landed there for a quick full meal and decide Kimmeridge would be the best place for the night. We paddled onwards feeling the strain from the wind and keeping off the ledges and the waves.
Kimmeridge is a beautiful place and I had been there quite a few times before. Although I don’t agree with the kayak launch fee it’s still a lovely part of Dorset.
There was a Play going on and I couldn’t get any phone reception. My father was doing his nut in as I couldn’t contact him about meeting the next day. I could hear him bug he couldn’t hear me. Although frustrating it was pretty funny to hear him curse the phone and swear a lot.
We had met some fellow kayakers that evening and we’re even given a can of ginger ale and some cake. Yay for cake.
The warden came down and let us stay the night. I was ready for confrontation but the fellow kayakers stopped it turning into an argument and the guy actualy was nice. He let us stay the night and wished us farewell.


Christchurch Highcliffe

We got up and at it early enough and had had a good sleep.
Today was one of the first days It was really hot. Hot enough not to wear a suit.
I made the mistake of wearing the dry suit in the beginning but it was soo hot and stopped on Hayling Island to change. We had worked it out and had the tide with us all day. The delights of the Solent and it’s system.
I radioed in to the coastguard and was given the all clear. We paddled across to Horse Sand Fort without much hassle from sailing boats and punched for it across to No Mans Land Fort. The forts look like upturned bowls.
The next line was towards the top of the Isle of Wight. There was loads of money on the water as people sailed around. We kept away from the ferries when we could but it’s so busy. There is also the hovercraft. We made good time none the less and paddled past Osborne house. I had done some work there years ago and could remember some of it.
Landing at West cows the tide was running and just a quick healthy lunch was had.
Back on the water we made really good progress while admiring the money boats sailing. 12nm in 2 hours. Good time. Rounding Hurst Point we pulled the boats up and had a small rest. Enjoying the sun and minimal wind. Then on till we found somewhere good to land. This was a blue moon and was a really nice night with a good place to land.
A small sandy beach with rocks for breakers. Giving us some shelter. The tent was up and sleep ensued.

East Wittering.

Leaving Shoreham early enough to get a long day in we paddled close to the coast. While paddling to the pier at Worthing i was supprised to see there was a man ressed in desert camoflage including boots walking a ferret. Well I thought I had seen enough in life but there are always suprises. That left me with a small face palm and a smile while we continued on towards Littlehampton. Dinner was a feast fruit, pittas with cheese dipped in olive oil and cheese stuffed peppers with nuts. We knew the next few days were going to be long hauls so best to stay on top and not run for too long on empty. When you start to feel hungry you are past the time you should of eaten. Too late so healthy eating is a must.
Littlehampton was packed and I was amused to watch the children playing tag. I must of looked authoritative as a small child kept talking to me. Lol. Me authorative.
So we left to paddle past Bognor. Nothing new there I decided to tuck in a Katie straight lined there was a miscommunication and the usual squabble ensued. We laughed later.
We landed at the lifeboat station near Selsey Bill and Pope to the loo and had a chat to the RNLI guys. Not at the same time obviously. They had a memo about us and we were welcomed in. A can of cola never felt so good. A printout of the Bill and a quick Google map search and we discovered a place to land.
Selsey Bill race was running against us at a few points but the dart like Taran cruises through with the little power the caffeine drink had given us. We could now see the Isle of Wight and we’re basically in the Solent. Wow this was another milestone. The sky was clear and paddling into the sunlight becomes a pain. We landed at East Wittering, pulling the boats up with the now regular method of one half boat carried half way then back to the other. Just so we don’t get too tired. The steep pebble beach is a pain, trying to walk up a steep beach with a heavy boat and your feel sliding back down is a massive ball ach.
With a quick scout around we found a half decent place to put the tent. It was in a small compound owned by Shore Watersport. Lucky for us.

Shoreham On Sea.

We left knowing the wind was against us but persistence gave way. To scraped miles.
Into the wind and a massive slog. We didn’t stop anywhere till we got to Brighton. The Victoria buildings reminded me of nice days by the sea but this wasn’t one. We landed in the harbour for a quick pee break and a snack. There were new building developments going in.
Out of the harbour I could see Shoreham in the distance and carried on paddling. Gently cursing the wind under my breath. This was the first time I had done this and was quickly stopped by my conscience. Who am I to curse the nature of the beast.
We landed at Shoreham and lifted the boats up to a safe place.
Speaking to one of the RNLI guys we were invited in for tea. Yay for tea, how could I refuse. They were doing an exercise later and had just received a new inshore craft so were going to try it out. This was the first time I had seen a boat on the slide launch and it was amusing to watch.
We camped close to the building and had a relatively good sleep.


We were given a lift into Shoreham by Paul wife Julie and caught the bus. I had great fun in teaching the Lime and the Coconut song to his children. Hopefully I’m not hated for that. We a river back at Newhaven and put our Things together for the departure the day after.


We were given a night with Paul Krysik and his family. It was great to feel a little normality. Thanks to them for their hospitality. It was nice to speak with Paul and see his self made Shrike and taran. He had also made small boats for his children. They were amazing.


Checking the weather we decided to stay in the RNLI station again. 
My boat was being glassed by so I went there first thing and sanded the beast down. I’ve been to loads of surf shops but this is the best for real. Nice boards and Craig the boss is a dude. Thanks to him for sorting out the boat. Snoozing a little later I went back for a bit of a social. There was a surf babe there buying a beaut of a board and we all chatted for a while it’s good to find people who like the sea I’m new ish to surfing so learned some more about it.
Returning back to the RNLI station the supermarket called and Beanfeast in wraps was eaten.