Last weekend, my mum, my dad and I, went out kayaking around South Wales. It was quite an overcast day but the rain had stopped by the time we arrived. I haven't kayaked in somewhere so busy for a while and I forgot how many stares you get and how many little children go "Mummy, Mummy, look it's a ship". It's all quite amusing. But you just get on with it and try your best to get gracefully into your boat (a feat I fail at every time) before you paddle off and leave behind the noise and the chatter of the city as the sea takes your attention.
Of course, I am the youngest by quite a way with my parents (although I am not the smallest). This means that I would probably be at a disadvantage anyway when it comes to speed. However, this is not helped by the fact that Dad was paddling his touring boat (quite long) and Mum her "small" sea kayaking (very long). Look at the size difference!
After paddling around the head, it was time to put on our helmets and do a bit of rock hopping. I love the sea. It's so relaxing unlike the constant thrill of WW (white water). Plus, I love exploring all the different little nooks and secret places in the rocks. That only you will be able to get to via the water.
Time for a bit of exploring!
Sadly, on the sea you are constantly checking the time to stay in keeping with the tide. And so, it was time to head back. We were already a bit late and ended up confronting my first ever race! (A race is a natural occurrence where a fast moving tide passes through a constriction resulting in the formation of waves, eddies and hazardous current - thank you Wiki for the definition.) It was really small, just some more pronounced waves and confused water really as we headed through the channel between two islands. But still - it was awesome.