OOH A Surprise!!!!!

Monday 21 November 2016 was the start of my birthday celebration month. I’ll drag it out for as long as I can. I’m only sixty once.

I received a beautiful bracelet and ear rings from Jo and Stephane. Thanks Jo & Stephane.

Bronwyn with diamond and silver ear drops and bracelet, with flowering gum tree.

Bronwyn with diamond and silver ear drops and bracelet, with flowering gum tree.


The next treat was a secret adventure.  Over the past month Brenda has been plotting and planning a treat for my birthday.  I was told to keep 23 November free and wear smart casual.

I thought they may have planned a bush walk or beach walk or meal on the Harbour.  The morning dawned a hot 31 º.  I changed my clothes four times before I was happy.  I’m glad I changed.  I wore a lovely floral dress.

We left home and turned left at York St so I knew we weren’t going north or west.  We stopped at Strathfield Station and caught a train to Central. That narrowed the list of options.

When we were nearly at the theatre I said to Roy “We are going to the theatre”.  He didn’t say anything.  It was a surprise for Naomi’s graduation as well as my birthday and she had no idea where we were going.

Brenda had purchased tickets for Naomi and me to the theatre.  I still didn’t know what we were going to see.  Naomi knew then.


Naomi holding Princess Jasmine and Aladdin dolls.

She showed me the dressed teddy but I wasn’t familiar with their clothing.  I really had no idea.  They might be fancy pirate costumes so I said “Pirates of Penzance”.  I hadn’t heard it was showing.  Naomi laughed “no”.  She was a tease she wouldn’t tell me.  My eyes lit up “Aladdin”!


Roy and Bronwyn holding Aladdin Teddy.

Roy and I haven’t seen the Disney film.  We didn’t know the story line.  It was a new adventure for us.  I remembered a little Golden Book we had for our kids. The forty thieves wore haram Ali Baba trousers.


Brenda holding Aladdin teddy, and Bronwyn.

The actors were energetic.  Their costumes were spectacular, vivid and sparkly.   The production had beautiful music and singing.  Many heart stopping moments and a few tear jerkers.  Lots of subtle jokes and bad puns as well.

Aladdin was magical.


Brenda, Naomi, Bronwyn throwing silver streamer.


Afterwards we had organised to be at Luke & Beth’s for a meal at 5:00pm. We would have made it easily if the Sydney traffic wasn’t so horrendous. It took us 2 hours to go 30kms.


Naomi and baby Fletcher.

We finally got there and ate yummy salads and pizza. Beth made the salads and a delicious birthday cake.


Bronwyn and Beth birthday party.  Brenda, Luke, Michael and Fletcher, Beth and Imogen, Noah, Roy and Bronwyn.

An exciting start to the beginning of my month long birthday.

Naomi at Luke and Beth's place.

Naomi at Luke and Beth’s place.

Thanks to Jo and Stephane for the jewellery, to Brenda for the ticket to the show and Beth and Luke for the delicious meal. Thanks to our chauffeur Roy.

I look forward to at least 40 more birthdays.

Lots of love Bronnie.


Miss Adventure Indeed

“The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.”

Robert Wyland, marine artist.

Bronnie broached, slipping sideways in small spilling surf.

Kayaking in wind, waves and swell is exhilarating. It’s the ultimate freedom to be chasing runners then planing on them. Some time ago I caught a breaking wave off Fairy Bower. My perfect little TideRace Xcite slid down the face of the wave, yee-haa.  I want to do it again and again. , As I was hidden by the wave behind me, Roy wasn’t sure whether I had caught it or capsized. Then he saw the blade of my paddle above the foam.

I love the ocean. Every time we paddle it shows a different face. We’ve paddled north from Sydney Harbour past Blue Fish to Shelly Beach on flat water. It’s also been lumpy seas with rebound causing clapotis tossing our kayaks. Other times there has been white horses and green water surging over our bows. On rare occasions we’ve had a north wind pushing us home and we ride wave after wave.


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Bronnie half broached, slipping forward and sideways in small spilling surf.

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The kayak has completed the broach. In the shallows, Bron relaxes the brace and lean.

We have paddled many sections of Australia’s East Coast, often slogging for hours into a blustering head wind. When I catch a wave it’s exciting.   The pinnacle is surfing.

Some say “why would a blind woman want to surf”. It’s exhilarating. There’s a desire that burns in my heart to be a thrill seeker. While surfing a wave my heart stops, I hold my breath while my heart jumps from my chest.

Why to people BASE jump, ice climb vertical peaks, explore dangerous, dark caves or race fast cars? It is for an adrenaline rush, to release tension, to be challenged or simply it’s because they can.

I want to learn to surf to land on remote, surf washed beaches. When we’ve been out all day and the surf is too strong at our planned break. Roy’s skills are good. He could land easily but I cannot.

That means we eat our lunch in our kayaks. We have to turn around and paddle back without a shore break. Then we have eight hours in the boat and a sore bottom. That’s why I want to surf. Truthfully, I want the thrill that goes with it.


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Bron leans aggressively into the wave. The paddle brace gives stability.

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Bron recovers and stays upright.

On 21 April 2016 I had been practicing in the surf zone. I had broached using bracing strokes both to my left and right. I was doing well. It was fast and exhilarating.

After a dozen runs we had a brief shore break to discuss my progress and how I was feeling. I may have been tiring. I said “let’s do two more runs.” The next two broaches were really good. The surf was getting a bit bigger and I was bracing powerfully and leaning into the waves.

At the end of the last small wave I was almost to shore when another spilling wave came only three seconds behind it. This one was much bigger at eighty centimetres. The keel rocked towards the wave and then started to rock away. A quarter of a second later the wave hit the keel. I didn’t rotate into the wave with my hips in time. The kayak was rotated away from the wall of foam and water. The edge opposite the wave front flipped down and was pushed under the surface. There was no way to recover. The kayak rotated away further. My head went over and under and smashed sideways into the sand.


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In the first of a series of four photos, Bronnie is side on to the metre high surf. Just at the instant when the wave hits, Bron’s kayak has edged away from the wave and starts to dig in on the beach side.

My kayak capsized and forced my head into the sand. I thought I would pass out. If I don’t get out now I’ll drown. That’s what was going through my head as I was being pounded by surf.

The kayak was pushed onto firm sand. With adrenaline pumping I grabbed the deck strap. I had to get out before the surge took me out.  I thought I’d feint.

Releasing the deck I kicked the kayak away and struggled to my feet in knee deep water.

I was not sure whether I had the strength to walk to the dry sand.

Roy retrieved my boat to prevent it torpedoing into me. My friend was at my side in moments.   He ask if I was OK. I said “Get me out of here.” He took me to the beach.

The guys were concerned. My left hand and arm were numb. “It’s broken” I thought. My right shoulder and arm were tender, I held it close to my body. My back had shooting pains. I was hunched over and felt a sorry sight.

I wriggled my fingers. It was clear my arm wasn’t broken. The thought went through my mind “Oh no, I have a neck injury”. I’d much rather a broken arm than a neck injury.


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In this second photo, Bron’s kayak is getting pushed further underwater. As Bron struggles to lean into the wave, the kayak is rotating away from the wave.

I work as a masseuse and have seen many results of neck trauma. Without adequate rehabilitation the victim rarely regains full range of movement and function.

Sitting on the sand with some assistance I just felt terrible. My whole upper body was paining. I wanted to cry for my misfortune. I lay on the sand and didn’t want to move again. I was helped to my feet and we slowly, very slowly walked to the carpark.

The kayaks were quickly packed up and Roy drove me at 40kms an hour to Mona Vale Hospital. Each turn in the road was excruciating. Stabbing pains went down my neck into my left arm. I felt ill.

At Mona Vale hospital I was given a neck brace, x-rays and scans.

The CAT scan and physical assessments indicated a fracture with associated nerve damage in the cervical spine at C7. C7 is the last vertebra above the thoracic spine.

An MRI was indicated to determine the full extent of the fracture and for following treatment. I had to be transferred to Royal North Shore Hospital (RNSH) for the imaging.

At midnight I was in the ambulance. It’s a windy road. The journey was slow but as I was stabilised in a neck brace and lying down the trip was not too painful.


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In this third photo, the wave is bulldozing over Bron. The mass of water rolls Bron and the kayak upside down.

That early morning passed with pain, tests and questions. My heart rate dropped to 40 beats per minute and I had very low blood pressure. My body went into shock. My heart was monitored. ECG pads were put on my shoulders and other points around my chest. My heart showed an erratic pattern so the monitoring continued through the morning.

Thirty minutes after the ECG pads were put on I experienced intense pain and lost function in my right arm. I was given pain medications which did not reduce the pain. It became intense. I couldn’t move my right arm at all. Nor could I wriggle my fingers. I was very scared. I thought through frightening scenarios of living without use of my right arm and the prospect didn’t help my anxiety.

My left side was numb with no feelings in my left fingers and a lot of pain. Then my right shoulder and arm lost all feeling. I was anxious and started hyperventilating.

The registrar reviewed my symptoms. I still couldn’t move my right arm and the pain level was intensifying every second. I thought I had paralysis. I had to focus on breathing slowly. This was difficult as I was becoming more anxious as the pain increased.

My thought was that I was allergic to the adhesive on the ECG pads but the doctor said he’d never heard of that at all. I suggested to move the pad as I really believed it had something to do with the paralysis. He relocated the pads and slowly the pain reduced. Over the next 30 minutes he sat with me while my right arm regained movement and the pain reduced. He couldn’t understand why.

The following morning, Friday, I was wheeled to radiology for the MRI. I was strapped onto a narrow trolley and pushed into a cave like machine. It’s not painful or frightening just claustrophobic and very noisy.

My left hand was numb but I could move my shoulder but had shooting tingles down into my hand.

On Friday afternoon I was settled on the ward in the spinal unit.

The surgeon was unsure whether I would be requiring surgery. No food, I was almost starved by Friday afternoon. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast Thursday morning. It was late Friday when it was determined I would not require surgery.

Hospital food never tasted so good.

The MRI showed a fracture at C7 articular facet joint, the C7 and C8 nerves were severely inflamed as were the posterior and anterior ligaments.

The specialist explain these injuries to me and the treatment I should receive for these type of injuries. I asked him about my mid thoracic pain. He had one of his cohorts check the MRI. Sure enough there was a compression anterior fracture at T7. That accounted for the terrible pain in my back.

The C7 fracture was a neck flexion injury. That is where the neck is forced forward and downward which happened when my head was slammed into the sand initially. The T7 fracture was an impact on the top of the head forced downward

I am very thankful that I was wearing a helmet.


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In the last photo, Bron goes head first into the sand under the shallows.

The rest of the week was resting in the hospital and further x–rays.

I had to lie on my back with no pillow. I could move my arms and legs as long as I kept my head and torso still. I still had numbness and tingling down my left arm and no sensation in three of my left fingers.

My body and hair were full of sand. No shower. The nursing staff rolled me regularly using the spinal cord injury roll technique. Each time they rolled me one of the nurses would brush the sand out of my bed. We never got it all out. There’s probably still sand from Palm Beach in the hospital.

After seven days in RNSH I left for home with a more comfortable neck brace and strict instructions for the next eight weeks.

The hospital physio and occupational therapist ensured Roy was proficient changing my neck brace from the daily one to the foam one for showering.

Over the next 6 weeks every time I brushed my hair handfuls of hair came out in the brush. I worried I’d go bald. It must have been a reaction to shock. I am not bald and my hair has stopped coming out.

At the six weekly check-up I thought the neck brace would come off. Alas another two weeks of wearing it. The brace was removed gradually over weeks nine and ten.

At the twelve week visit physio commenced. That made me very happy as I knew once the physio started I’d get stronger.

My physio is an angel. She’s very knowledgeable. The exercise routine was designed to rehabilitate my shoulder muscles which had atrophied. We also focused on neck range of movement and to stop the painful shoulder spasms.

The specialist wanted me to do range of movement exercise with no resistance.

This routine was to continue to the six month visit.


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A half metre wave breaks right at the kayak. Bron is leaning into and bracing on the wave. Edging, leaning and bracing just right to maintain stability.


Yippy! After my six month check-up I was released to do resistance training and some gentle kayaking. Only a few kilometres to start with.

My first paddle in the new boat was sad. It seemed like a different boat to the one I tried at Port Stephens.

My paddling strokes were slow and water mud like. The boat was heavy and it just didn’t work for me. The second paddle was a little easier.

Throughout the six months I have tried to keep positive. However, there have been moments where my mojo went missing and I felt very sad.

Once we are paddling long kilometres again I’m sure I’ll find the mojo somewhere in the wide blue ocean.

On 10 November 2016 I paddled 14kms through Sydney heads. The wind is fresher, the water bouncy, just beautiful.

“The spirit of adventure is burning brightly still.

It fires up the heart of man to exercise his skill.

For this they leave their beds of ease to test the raging seas.

Braving all the elements with reckless, savage glee.”

From The Odyssey of Don Watson by Herbert H Totning


Flight for Sight

Black smoke filled our historic Holden.  Dad was agitated because he had to stop again to let it’s  engine cool.

The trip to the airport was nerve wracking for my mother.


Will we get there in time? What’s my daughter’s future? How will my other six children be while I’m away for two weeks? These are all questions along with many more that went through my mother’s mind as we crept to the airport.


My mother was overwhelmed. She had short notice to find people to mind my six siblings. Without surgery I was going to lose the sight in my right eye.


If that was not enough to concern her our car was filling with smoke every few kilometres on the way to the airport.


Arriving at Hobart airport our plane was ready to taxi.


I was nine years old and about to go on my first airplane ride. I was so excited. My mother was upset because the plane was about to leave.


The old days are called the ‘good old days’.


Where was OH&S in 1966 when the airport authorities stood me and my mother, clutching my hand, onto the stairs then wheeled them to the plane?


We made our way up to the plane .however the door was not open and they wheeled the steps away from the plane so that this could happen. That left us with a big empty space in front of us.


My mother had a terrible fright!


She grabbed me tightly and said, loudly, “stop”. As I was about to step out into mid-air.


Safely on the plane I heard the power of the plane’s engines as they roared before takeoff.


The force of the plane pushed me into my seat as it climbed up and up.


After takeoff I watched the flaps retract into the wings, then the buildings, roads and cars turned into toys as it climbed further.


I tried to share these joyous experiences with my mother but she was too anxious to listen to my chatter.


When we were lost in the clouds I explored the contents of the seat pockets. My pleasure even extended to the discovery of the vomit bags


‘Fasten your seat belt sign’ flashed up and the pilot announced we would be going through some rough weather.


The plane bucked.     I was thrilled and mum held tightly to her seat.


Oh goodness me! The man over the aisle used his bags. I watched as he grabbed them. He opened two bags as one. His meal landed on his lap.


After landing the next stop was the Royal Victorian Eye & Ear Hospital.


The hospital had been built in 1883 and extended as the population increased. There were dark corridors and spooky rooms. I was use to the small Royal Hobart Hospital. This one seemed to have kilometres of corridors twisting and turning.


I was booked in for surgery the following day. My retina had detached and it was a delicate operation to reattach.


The procedure took over eight hours and after surgery I wasn’t to move at all. I had to stay on my back very still for ten days or more.


The children’s ward was full and I was put with the ladies in a ward with iron beds around the walls.


Amazingly smoking was permitted inside hospitals.


The lady beside me smoked. Her gas heater had exploded in her face and she had bandages on both eyes. When I was able to sit up I use to hide her lighter. She took my prank with good fun and use to laugh at me.


The nurses use to smack me for many reasons. One was that I wouldn’t eat meat. Another was when they wanted to shave my legs and I wouldn’t stay still because I was afraid of the shaver.


Looking back I was a frightened little girl who was losing sight in one eye and being terrorised by the nursing staff.


As children we have the ability to block unpleasant experiences from our memory. However, a happy memory was when my cousin came to visit me and gave me one of her old china dolls. The doll had dreadlocks and broken eyes but I loved her because she had a princess dress.


I spent two weeks in the hospital. The terrorisation by the nurses and patients smoking made my hospital experience one of the worst in my life.


The Royal Victorian Eye & Ear Hospital was a training hospital. My detached retina was rare. This meant every student, with aspirations of being a specialist, had a look in my eyes. I hated the invasion. There was only one doctor who spoke to me kindly.


Flying home was nowhere as exciting as the trip to Melbourne. It may have been because I was in pain and sad.

I was not able to go to school.  I had to wear a pirate patch for 8 weeks.


It meant many restrictions for an active little girl. I begged my mum to let me out to play. She eventually relented and I was promptly struck over the right eye with a golf ball size rock which reversed the surgery.


My mother had been removing the patch daily and testing my vision on a very colourful lounge room curtain.


After the rock incident I could not see the bright colours any more.  The doctors would not redo the surgery.


As a child I was not concerned too much with the loss of sight. It wasn’t till later when I started to lose sight in my left eye that I wished things could have been different when I was ten.


Helna’s Birthday Paddle

My friend Helna is very special, almost my twin. Her birthday is five days after mine. For her 2015 birthday we hired a Mirage 582 and gave it to her for a guided kayak tour around our favourite playground.


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Sydney enjoys glorious weather and has the most beautiful harbour in the world.


We met Helna at the Spit on a bright autumn morning with the sun sparkling on Middle Harbour. We paddled Clontarf Point, Castle Crag, Grotto Point, Middle Head, Cobblers Beach, HMAS Penguin, Hunters Bay, Balmoral Beach and Chinamans beach.



Rock and Roll 2016, Jimmy’s Beach

NSW Sea Kayak Club hold the most exciting Rock & Roll weekends. This year was our fifth RnR.

The amount of organisation and planning for the weekend is outstanding.

Thank you to all the hard working volunteers who make a grand RnR symposium.

For Roy and me it was a weekend of testing Expedition Kayaks, EK’s boats.

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Morning launch at Jimmy’s Beach.

Saturday 12 March 2016

Dolphins, caves & runners

On Saturday we borrowed EK’s Pace 17 and 17-S. With some coaching from Mark Sundin I had the rudder almost under control.

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Bron executing a cool “Telemark” turn. Port Stephens.

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Port Stephens. Bron sliding in beside me.


Mark was the leader of our group of 6 paddlers. We were off for an adventure to Boondelbah and Cabbage Tree Islands.

On the way there was a pod of playful dolphins.

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Yaccabah, dolphins every where!

Roy and I enjoyed testing the Pace 17s on the flat and turbulent water.

Perfect paddling conditions with a 5 knot head wind saw us paddling to Boondelbah.

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Looking out of Boondelbah gorge.

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Conference south of Boondelbah.

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Now on to Cabbage Tree Island.

Most of the group bravely explored the spooky sea caves. I’m frightened of the dark and the Plesiosaurus which inhabit coastal sea caves.

I stayed outside.

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South west corner of Cabbage Tree Island.




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South west corner of Cabbage Tree Island.

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Cave at south west corner of Cabbage Tree Island.

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Cave at south west corner of Cabbage Tree Island.

The return trip was so much fun. On the way back to Jimmys Beach we had a tail wind and runners. I was free! Surfing down the waves I let the PACE 17-S have its head.

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Tomaree and Yaccabah.

I thought Mark was matching me pace for Pace. Alas a cry went out “Bronwyn slow down!” My heart dropped. “Why?”  “Because I can’t keep up.” “I don’t want to slow down!” I wanted to paddle to the end of the sea!


Some years ago I was seriously injured in a pedestrian accident.   I have PTSD and thus no guide dog. I’m shackled to a human when travelling on land.

On the water it’s a different story. As long as I’m ahead of the pack there’s no boat to collide with. I try not to think of the motorised craft. I’m off the leash. Roy is my guardian angel vigilantly directing.

Mark Sundin tells the story. Read his colourful blog.


(Page down to Wednesday 16 March 2016, “Rocks, Inspiration and Sunshine”.)

On the Sunday and Monday Roy tried out several of EK’s boats and has settled on a Pace 17. I couldn’t be left behind so I’m treating myself as well with a Pace 17-S.

Mark recommended Roy try a wing paddle. When using the Epic Mid Wing paddle Roy exclaimed “I got a fright when using the wing paddle. I shot out of the starting gate with surprising acceleration!”

Rock and Roll 2016,  Jimmy’s Beach, Boondelbah, Cabbage Tree Islands.  High resolution.  In bottom right of video screen click on “HD” (enable HD quality ).
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Trip with Scenarios

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Map of Royal National Park showing Wattamolla and four kilometres to the north east, Little Marley beach.

Which kayak trips do you remember most? The very rare days when there’s no wind and low swell, absolutely! Or are they the trips where the conditions challenge and extend you beyond your comfort zone? These are the days when your toolbox is fully open and you frantically try to remember all you’ve been taught. Sure we remember all our trips but to arrive back exhausted and smiling is very gratifying! You’ve climbed another hurdle and have more confidence in what you are able to do after one of those days. Harry’s “Trip with Scenarios” was one of those trips.

Dark skies and thunder greeted us on our arrival at Wattamolla Beach on Sunday 21 February 2016.

The forecast for Sunday was cloudy with winds 10 to 15 knots, first swell south easterly 1.5m and second swell easterly 1m. The growling overhead and dark skies caused the team some concern.

Harry was our captain, Caoimhin was his right-hand man, Nick, Ken, Marty, Mark, Roy and I completed the group.

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Harry, Nick, Bronwyn and Roy raft up to debrief after the rescue.

After we carried the kayaks to the beach Harry briefed us on what his plan was and if we had any concerns for the day. Nick mentioned the thunder which was persisting. Everyone was watching the dark sky, following the storm’s progress. It had dissipated by the time we were ready to launch.

With a pounding heart I launched into the little surf and paddled around the clapotis caused by the reefs.

Once we were clear of the headlands we paddled south into a 10 knot wind. Harry nominated a leader and overseer for each of the two teams. We were given various scenarios.

Roy capsized and I had to rescue him.

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Bronwyn comes to rescue Roy. Roy reaching for her bow toggle.


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Bronwyn slides Roy’s bow across her cockpit skirt then rotates his kayak to empty his cockpit.

Next Harry wanted me to capsize and push my boat away.

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Bron has lost contact with her kayak and is floating away. Roy puts Bron’s kayak on contact tow then goes back to rescue her.

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Bron hooks her outside foot under the cockpit rim then uses this leverage to re-enter and skirt up.

Initially Roy got to me too quickly so Harry asked me to paddle away again while he physically held Roy back. We had a run away kayak and a swimmer.

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Bron has separated from her kayak again. It has been blown thirty metres away. She has no hope of swimming to it. Nick races to the orange helmet bobbing in and out of sight. Roy chases Bron’s kayak down wind.

Nick had to coordinate the rescue. He asked me to straddle his boat’s bow while he paddled to Roy who was chasing my kayak.

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Nick supports Bron on his bow and they go to Roy as he brings up Bron’s kayak.

I enjoy new skills and the opportunity to be taught by experienced leaders.

We climbed the approaching 2 m swell as we paddled further south.

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Bron loves launching off waves.

After a break, on shore at Wattamolla, Harry gave us two options. The first was 8kms south in lumpy seas or 4kms north in the same conditions. We chose the latter and launched into the surf and through the backwash.

With the wind and a following sea we flew to Little Marley for lunch.

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Two more kayaks launch off the swell peak.

After lunch the sea was getting increasingly lumpy and the trip back into a headwind was challenging. Caoimhin sidled up to me and told me “you’re feeling sea sick”. Nick instructed Roy to tow. I was “overcome by an intense bout of sea sickness” and capsized. Roy continued to “tow, tow my boat lumpily down the sea”. He heard “you’ve got no passenger mate”. Nick rescued me after Roy returned my kayak. Roy said he felt a bit of a funny jerk and thought it was nothing and merrily paddled on.

Harry’s group, Mark, Marty & Ken did a similar exercise. Marty was towing Ken who was “sea sick”. Woops, Ken’s sickness got too much and he capsized! Oh no while Ken was in the water Marty capsized. That was the scenario for Mark to get the two kayakers safely into their boats and on their way. What do you think would be the best way to execute the rescue of two swimmers?

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Bronwyn lets Roy catch up to her.

Harry had another surprise! I was released from the torment. Each kayaker had to paddle backwards using sweep strokes on one side only. The aim was to navigate around Harry and myself, drifting targets. It was done both clockwise and anti-clockwise in rough conditions.

Harry’s comments and chuckles about what the group were doing were funny. Everyone was cheating. After discussing the exercise with Roy he realised he left his skeg down. That’s why he was getting nowhere fast.

Lastly we had to get back under a threatening sky. Heads down and paddles churning we punched into the wind and swell.

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Waves rebound off the cliffs to form confused clapotis driving us up and down. Bron does not miss a beat.

The wind spun my kayak off course and I was endlessly having to turn back into the wind. Instinctively I gripped my thigh braces. That caused my quads to ache, my back to tense and I tired trying to hold on. When I relaxed my paddling went smoother.

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Bronwyn launches her bow a metre over the crest of the swell.

About 1km from Wattamolla I was tiring. It was better to ask for help rather than struggle on. Part way through the tow Roy’s rope unclipped and I was on my own again. We were nearly into the sheltered bay beyond  the cliffs. Before we landed I flipped a nasty, stinging blue bottle onto my neck.

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A perfect beach landing in small surf.

The trip gave both Roy and me much more confidence in our abilities paddling in rough conditions. I mastered new skills and feel a great sense of accomplishment after an eventful trip.

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Harry says Bronwyn is a legend. He doesn’t know how he could paddle blind folded.

Thanks to Harry and Caoimhin for an extremely well planned trip, Thanks also to Nick for paddling alongside me giving me encouragement. Always a big thanks to Roy for directing and watching out for me. I’m looking forward to another adventure.

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Bron is almost caught out by a surprise wave. She saves her dignity with a low brace.



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