I will be mostly getting into mischief, here:
Fig2: Escaping the confines of the harbour to cross swords with the midway surf, has today, proven itself to be a test of steel in it's own right...a beach launch, nigh on impossible. When you're waiting to bolt out of shelter here in these conditions, timing is everything. I was having a warm up roll just out of crop below the life ring, when this came thundering over the wall.
Fig3: Later this evening, cold & satisfied, I decided to hoof it along the cliff edges, & see how conditions were fairing at the far Northern tip, & found the lighthouse ghosting through wild reeks of spray. How to die suddenly in a sea kayak...kept crossing my mind...needless to say, I turned about face & headed back for some warm dry woolly feet & the cabin wood burner. I'm capable, no a bampot, the two should never be cross-referenced. Tomorrow it may be possible. •≈Cailean will know where this part of the world is & the ferocious contempt it can muster on a whim for kayaks & shipping vessels alike... Over stopped monochrome variation...1...2...3 ...GO! What was it the man said? Sanity is the playground of the unimaginative.