Bass Rock Sun. July 13
|At the put in|
|Cutting through the Leckies|
We met at N. Berwick.It was a real holiday scene- families enjoying the morning sun, icecreams and lollypops, kids, dogs playing on the beach. Berwick Law hovered in the background, Craigleith lay directly opposite, the Bass lay off to the north east and in the background the lovely Isle of May. Absolutely magnificent!
|Young Trevor passing Tantallon|
|Squeezing into the hidden harbour|
|Young Trevor, the Bass and a distant May|
We set off. A westerly came up and soon the water changed. Paddling became more interesting. As we approached the Bass we became more aware of the bird life, in particular the gannets[ bassa is the Latin for gannet ], the smell and the din - something similar to a school dining-hall 50 years ago. There was absolute mayhem! Gannets plunging into the sea around us, gannets nesting on every available ledge above and to the right of us, gannets returning to the Bass carrying all kinds of nesting material-a celestial M 25-an absolute, but seemingly organised pandemonium! We were being watched by thousands of eyes-gannets, of course, but lots of razorbills, guillemots, shags, the reclusive kittiwake-some flying, many just safeguarding their particular patch. I only saw one puffin-by all accounts they are quite numerous on Craigleith and, according to Ken, some rock doves.
|Keeking out from the cave on the East|
|Bird's eye view|
We then moved off into a stiff westerly wind and initially hoped to paddle to Craigleith. The water became more challenging so Sarah decided to change plans and head for the shore. We returned to the same holiday scene we had left that morning.
|Craigleith in the background|
The group consisted of Sarah, Ken, Robyn, Niall, Greame, John, Phil and myself. I should also have mentioned the location of the Bass- 5 km north east of N Berwick and 2 km offshore.
|Spot the difference!|