St Davids: Seals, Waves, Bishops and Sea sickness

 Will and the Bishop againLighthouse on north bishopview from whitesands

Me and Dinny, after much deliberating in the weeks running up to this trip, decided to do the classic sea paddle, the “Bishops and Clerks.” Reading the guidebook it shows you a pretty red line, which way to go and a few comments along the lines of “a committing paddle“, “if the sea looks bumpy when you can see out past Ramsey then turn around” and “it can take from 4 hours to a 14 hr epic.” hmmmmmm. Also, it has icons to illustrate choppiness of the sea: it shows Ramsey sound as flat, and way out at sea between south bishop and Ramsey as extremely choppy. Anyone who has seen Ramsey sound on a normal day can understand why we were both excited yet cautious of what awaited us way out at sea.

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St Davids – cake report

Maybe someone will post a paddling report or a weather report or a surf report. This is the cake report from Helen, Laura, Chris, Leo and Anna. We listened to the Welsh National Orchestra practice some nice music in the Cathedral. Then we ate this:

Heaven

It is chocolate and walnut brownie from “The Refectory.” It is very hard to choose between this and Guiness cake. So we ate both.

Edited: Please check the comments for the book report, beer report, port report and here are Simon’s pics

Port Report

Washburn

Ade, Dan and I had two very pleasant runs down the Washburn yesterday, what a lovely May evening. We bumped into the uni contigent long enough for them to witness my technical “drop-paddles-while-in-an-eddie-and-then-get-wet-scrambling-for-the-bank.” Not a swim. Oh no. The rest of the trip was uneventful, cos I followed Dan’s perfect lines. Cheers Ade for mending all these club paddles! xh 

mended paddles

Porto: The search for tea

Me and Cath went to Portugal second city Porto the home of Port wine.

After catching the Ryanair from Liverpool which landed 50 mins ahead of schedule due to strong tail-wind then taking a taxi from the airport to our accommodation we realised there are bigger nutters out there than me  🙂

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Nelly the elephant packed her trunk

Oh dear, Ressuscie-Annie is looking a bit peaky. Has she had a terrible accident with a marker pen? Goodness, she’s not responding to our questions, even when we flick her ear in an irritating way…..

Hi Annie, are you feeling a bit blue

After all the usual checks (see whole article), we start CPR at 30 compressions then 2 breaths.

Handy Hint of the day: 30 compressions is two verses of “Nelly the elephant”, quite fast.

Eight of us attended Ian Bell’s aquatic first aid course this week. We learned a lot of things, many thanks Ian!

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Saints

St DavidSt JustinianSt Eurosia

St WalburgaSt IsodoroSan Juan Bosco 

Saint David: patron saint of Wales. Saint Justinian: lived on Ramsay Island. Saint Eusoria: saint of nice weather. There is no saint of “The Bitches.” St Walburga: saint of “dogs, rabies and hydrophobia.” St Isidore of Seville: saint of surfing…the internet. There is no patron saint of “White Stuff” or “Fatface,” but San Juan Bosco is the patron saint of Patagonia.

Looking forward to a lovely bank holiday weekend.

Look-in-to-my-eyes, in to my eyes, don’t look around my eyes..

Sue and me went on a BCU whitewater course at the weekend, at Canolfan Tryweryn. The course was run by Tom Parker and Paul Targett. Definitely recommend it.  We learned many things and swam a lot.

One thing they mentioned which I’d never thought about, was the importance of eye contact and body language when you are giving instructions to a swimmer. Making eye contact with the swimmer puts them “under your control”! How cool is that? They will feel compelled to look at you, as long as you maintain eye contact! They have a better chance to hear your instruction. And then they’ll do as you say! …

… At least, they might do as you say, if they trust you, if you stay calm with your arms fairly low, and don’t look like an arm flailing, wittering MADMAN!

manic paniclook into my eyes, into my eyes, do as I say

Who do you trust?