Post by chris329a on Jul 22, 2010 12:29:32 GMT
Well I got up yesterday morning and after dropping my lad off I rushed back and loaded the car up. When I got to Warsash I realised that I'd forgotten my bloody rods in the rush
Couldn't be arsed to go home and get them so set off anyway to see how the beast performs compared to my old P13.
Headed out across Southampton water, and over to Calshot spit. The wind is a SW today, and unfortunately around a F5.......
I headed off towards Stanswood bay, and then I got a bit carried away. 9 miles later I beached it inbweteen Beaulieu and Lymington and stuffed my face with pasta/tuna and ginger creams (not together). It had taken me 3 hrs to get there batting against it all.
The tide had changed by then, so heading back was a breeze. I can see why people use sails
Had a great return journey back - threading my way through the kite surfers
Southampton water was as busy as ever with loads of container ships bombing through.
Got about 40 metres to the launch point then the fun began......
A yachtie appeared out of one of the pontoons, straight in front of me. No worries i thought. Then the £^%$^%$ decided to reverse.....right into me.....
I could see it happening so shouted for him to watch out. The geriatric fart carried on saying "you should get out of my way". I replied calmly (at first) "You are supposed to give way" then dunno why but bit my tongue. I think it was a) because he was old and b) there were kids on the nearby pontoon.
I was trying to stop but was with the tide and tired so the twonk hit the yak......so I hit his yacht with my paddle to push him away. A few words were exchanged, and I paddled to my launch site.
You'd think that was it but he decided to then meet me at the top of the ramp and try to tell me that he was right? I told him that engines give way to kayaks, to which he replied that he had read the collision manual and it was still my fault....... After hmmmm, 10 seconds I told him that he was boring me and asked him "are you still talking" I think he got the point.
I wish I had taken his yachts name ( I was fuming), and then spoken to the Harbour master but its always easier after the event.
Theres no damage to my pride and joy so I'm not bothered......much......well Ok he f"£*$ me right off and marred a great paddle.
Oh - here how far I went ;D
Here is why I am thinking about a sail - I'd preplanned it so that the wind was behind me on way back......
Couldn't be arsed to go home and get them so set off anyway to see how the beast performs compared to my old P13.
Headed out across Southampton water, and over to Calshot spit. The wind is a SW today, and unfortunately around a F5.......
I headed off towards Stanswood bay, and then I got a bit carried away. 9 miles later I beached it inbweteen Beaulieu and Lymington and stuffed my face with pasta/tuna and ginger creams (not together). It had taken me 3 hrs to get there batting against it all.
The tide had changed by then, so heading back was a breeze. I can see why people use sails
Had a great return journey back - threading my way through the kite surfers
Southampton water was as busy as ever with loads of container ships bombing through.
Got about 40 metres to the launch point then the fun began......
A yachtie appeared out of one of the pontoons, straight in front of me. No worries i thought. Then the £^%$^%$ decided to reverse.....right into me.....
I could see it happening so shouted for him to watch out. The geriatric fart carried on saying "you should get out of my way". I replied calmly (at first) "You are supposed to give way" then dunno why but bit my tongue. I think it was a) because he was old and b) there were kids on the nearby pontoon.
I was trying to stop but was with the tide and tired so the twonk hit the yak......so I hit his yacht with my paddle to push him away. A few words were exchanged, and I paddled to my launch site.
You'd think that was it but he decided to then meet me at the top of the ramp and try to tell me that he was right? I told him that engines give way to kayaks, to which he replied that he had read the collision manual and it was still my fault....... After hmmmm, 10 seconds I told him that he was boring me and asked him "are you still talking" I think he got the point.
I wish I had taken his yachts name ( I was fuming), and then spoken to the Harbour master but its always easier after the event.
Theres no damage to my pride and joy so I'm not bothered......much......well Ok he f"£*$ me right off and marred a great paddle.
Oh - here how far I went ;D
Here is why I am thinking about a sail - I'd preplanned it so that the wind was behind me on way back......