Tidal Power
T hey say two types of people get into trouble sea kayaking. The first type is the complete beginners. The second, Whitewater kayakers who think they know their shit.
It was 5 am, and the first light was beginning to brighten the sky at St. Justinian's car park, the launching point for the Bitches, where five experienced Whitewater kayakers were doing their pre-paddle routine. After looking out to sea for a short while, Josh told us he was off back to bed, as it was too foggy to paddle out. The rest of us naively carried on, assuming the heat of the sun would burn off the clouds obscuring Ramsey Island and the tidal race running alongside it.
We put on, waiting for the sunshine to burn the fog away and reveal the stunning coastal landscape of West Wales. To reach the Bitches, you've first got to paddle up a giant eddy off the mainland, and once you're high enough, ferry across Ramsey Sound into the eddies formed by the Bitches and Ramsey Island. By the time we reached the top of the mainland eddy, our group of
