A perfect window of summer sunshine in the midst of a damp week arrived for our weekend Fal-trip paddlers. A 17th birthday celebration was being had for the weekend and it was so nice to know that the weather-gods were taking note.
A big thank you to all those who attended our fun and rewarding canoe day picking rubbish from the banks of the Fal, and to all those unrecognised others who do this every time they go out.
Of course our once a year Fal litter pick isn’t enough to keep the pristine environment of the River Fal free from rubbish. Our aim however is to win the hearts and minds of other water users and visitors to not let that crisp bag fall out of the pocket or drinks can to float away with the tide.
What a day! 3 young explorers and two leaders set off today by canoe, discovering lost creeks, lighting fires, building shelters and making improvised sails! Well done to you all! #canoe#bushcraft#fire#sail#adventure#fun
As I stepped down to the river today, It had that special feel of a Spring day. This is the part of Spring that you can only feel in the early morning. There was a brightness regardless of the overcast sky, a warmth even though it was only 10 degrees and a stillness that can only come with a breath of wind in the air. Yes, to all of us on the River Fal this morning, Spring had finally arrived.
You’ll always know there are fish about when you see a seal appear from beneath your canoe. Here he is again on my favourite fishing ground. The only thing is that you also know that the fish won’t be interested in your bait when they know that there are bigger things to deal with. Still I’d rather be out here with Mr. Seal and catch nothing…
Port Elliot festival had its highlights, and here is a cherished one, shared to us from the Port Elliot website from our 2018. The creek on the Anthony House grounds is quite marvelous when the tide is in.
The scorched banks amd people swimming serve as a reminder of what a wonderfully warm summer 2018 was. Thank you Lisa for sending this to us.
Ever feel like somebody is following you? My faithful steeds obeying my every demand, yet not a sound were they making.
Sometimes the moment comes when you least expect it. This weekend it happened early morning on the River Fal, as I was preparing to meet the scouts for their paddling expedition. A calm moodiness to the day, with low hanging fog over the estuary. Was the day going to be sunny or was the land to be shrouded in breathless tranquil pillows of mist.