Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009. Back from Skye.
I am back from am exuberant week in the Misty Isle. I admit that I enjoyed to the utmost the Scottish Sea Kayak Symposium. My first workshop was a lecture on expedition First Aid delivered by Rowland Woolven, who happens to have worked in every WEMSI Wilderness EMT course in the United Kingdom, and much like the Queen’s commissioned officer that he is, carries with himself the tidiest display of both kit and kayaks. In short, his lecture drew my interest me so much that it prompted me to sign in for a First Responder course at the Glenmore Lodge.
This was followed on the next day by a session on the water led by Nick Cunliffe. It was all about Close Quarters Manouvering. Cunliffe not only performed plenty of his glorious low brace turns and reverse sweeps, inimitably tucked forward and leaning well over the water, but happens to look very much like a young Robert Mitchum in Palm waterproofs. I strongly think that he should go and do commercials. I wonder why is it that nobody had pointed it out before. I have heard also that his Mark Tozer impersonations are nothing but perfect which is something that I aspire to behold in some near future.
Then, the apotheosis: Endless sessions of dunking in chilly waters with Turner Wilson and Cherry Perry who were in the Symposium as contributors after a workshop where they helped to build three Greenland kayaks so handsome that they challenged my ideas about the stateliness and pleasing proportion and symmetry that our crafts should have.
Not only are Turner and Cherry a very endearing couple; they somehow managed to teach me the basics of forward finishing rolls, ending with me happily walking away with a grasp of the chest scull and a chest roll in the first session, and the definite purpose to attend their next kayak building workshop in Skye.
Incidentally, my progress in the first Greenland session was followed by the staccato of the cackle of a cute young woman, Justine Curgenven, who happens to be indeed very sweet, and travels about with a great chap named Barry whom I kept thinking to the very last day I had seen somewhere before. About that cackle: Having heard it so often before while I watched her Dvd’s, her piercing shrills gave to roll attempts a strong flair of hallucinatory surreality.
Finally, the assessment for the new 4 star performance award. I had an inauspicious start on the day tour before the assessment as I made a nice glaring error when I ended trailing my tow line looping across my aft deck and hull in a way that Gordon suggested that it looked quite much as if I were towing myself. The assessment was carried by Ken Nicol and Jas Hepburn, while two Level 5 aspirants - Roger Chandler and Callum - working towards their assessing qualifications, acted as observers. The aspirants were an assorted group of sea kayak guides from Wales and Scotland, and a good paddler from the Orkney Islands who looked very much like a friendly Scottish Tarzan. And as for the guinea pigs I have nothing but warm gratitude: They were just perfect.
But all this is all a story on its own.












Reader Comments (7)
Cheers
Rob
You have a way with words, young Jedi. Perhaps Ms. Curkevenken in a wet dry-top could have been photographed for your famous Muse Gallery. Although it's unlikely you'd convince her to assume the yoga-esque "downward facing dog" pose of the redhead, there's a chance that she'd have gone for the spirited bottle-cap smile.
Rock on, brother Wenley.
The skeg control place at the rear port side caught my attention.
You'd be happy to know that your Anas Acuta looks as good as new.
A great kayak indeed.
It was not that Justine laugh was unpleasant. Very much on the contrary. It was lively fun. What happened is that it shocked me to hear it live. It felt as if I had left my Dvd player turned on.
Regarding the photos: Let us just say for the sake of my physical integrity that Justine's body is a temple.