Andy Short on a winter paddle off the coast of Anglesey:

The Isle of Anglesey, off the North coast of Wales, is renowned within the sea kayaking community. Its location may be a mystery to many in the UK, but sea kayakers from Scandinavia to the States wax lyrical about classic trips the island offers, and ‘the Stacks’ and ‘the Skerries’ are foremost among them. These are trips which conjure among the initiated visions of epic tide races and awesome overfalls.

Anglesey – Ynys Mon in Welsh – is a large squarish lump of rock 25 miles from end to end, protruding impudently into the Irish Sea. Its very existence is like a challenge to the sea, whose tides sweep past on their daily lunar rituals, filling the Irish Sea with waters from the Atlantic and then returning them to whence they came. On stormy days it seems the Island is about to be washed away but the rock here is made of stern stuff. The exposed north and west coasts bear the brunt of the sea’s ravages, and include some of the oldest rocks in the UK. Psammites and Pelites formed some 550 million years ago with pre-cambrian limestone thrown into the mix provide for the robust cliffs that give sea kayaking trips here such a dramatic backdrop.

The sea kayak is the perfect vehicle for exploring Anglesey’s diverse and intricate coastal waters. Its sleek grace silently parts the waters leaving the barest whisper of its passing. Robust enough to handle all but the roughest seas, and yet able to manoeuver the myriad channels to find hidden sea caves and lost lagoons that are only accessible from the water. For the sea kayaker every rise and fall of the heartbeat of the sea is felt and woven into the dance of the paddles. Subtle shifts in balance and blade tease power from the sea to enable the smoothest passage.

The Skerries are a small collection of islands sitting just 3 km off Anglesey’s north coast, and are such a threat to shipping in the days of sail that they played host to Wales’s first lighthouse, built by William Tench in 1716. Today the light is automatic, as is the navigation on the passing ships, allowing them to pass well clear of the once infamous lure of the Skerries. The islands sit in the middle of one of the strongest tidal flows around North Wales, with the water rushing by at speeds of 6 Knots on the largest tides.

A sea kayak trip to the Skerries is always noteworthy. On a cold January day in 2012, equipped with thermal base layers, drysuit and a boat full of the paraphernalia of gadgets and equipment required, we set out with them in mind. Despite the time of year the sea chose to show a benign face – gentle and undulating – purring like a sleepy cat.

From Porth Swtan the islands are clearly visible some 7km distant, seemingly within touching distance and deceptively accessible. The route out to Carmel Head follows low cliffs eroded by the sea to produce an assortment of caves and gullies. At Carmel Head, the shortest crossing point, it appears as though the journey is almost complete and yet the Skerries are rarely best approached directly.

A frontal assault from Carmel Head leaves one entirely exposed to the full force of the tidal stream and it is usually advisable to take a less direct route. On this occasion an approach from the east on the start of the ebb tide looping behind Maen y Bugail or West Mouse. Plotting the appropriate bearing and speed to paddle are critical to success. Many a group have found themselves desperately paddling to make up for miscalculations only to find the tide dragging them inexorably passed their goal.

To arrive successfully at the Skerries is to be greeted by the local residents – a large group of Atlantic Grey Seals – who study you with their impassive yet inquisitive eyes. Perhaps they appreciate the sleek lines of the kayak hulls passing over their heads, or maybe just wonder at these strange creatures fixed to the roof of their world. In the summer you are as likely to be ‘dive-bombed’ by the Arctic Turns that make the islands their home.

From the vantage point of the lighthouse itself the full scale of the crossing is unveiled. The tidal stream is no homogeneous travelator, but alive, an intricate dance formed by faster and slower flows, bubbling eddy lines and up-swellings like giant mushrooms stretching the surface of the water. Where it flows through shallower depths, standing waves are formed – the overfalls of kayaking dreams. Beyond the strait lies Anglesey, the heart of druidic Wales of old, and beyond her the mountains of Eryri, Snowdonia – land of the eagles – on this occasion fittingly bedecked in snow.

The return journey to Porth Swtan crosses the tidal dance. To enter from the safety of the eddy takes courage and conviction – to be timid here is to risk an early bath. Progress is made with boat pointed at an improbable angle upstream to avoid being swept out into Holyhead Bay, and concentration must be tight to maintain speed and angle against the fast flowing waters.

During the crossing I was reminded of a previous trip when, with wind opposing the tide, the surface of the water had been thrown up giving 6ft waves with angry breaking heads. The dance had been more dramatic that day. Keeping above water was the primary goal and catching the wild, exhilarating run down the face of the waves the pay-off.

The trip back from the Skerries seems longer than the journey out. Porth Swtan, sandstone cliffs glowing with an orange hue in the last of the setting sun, beckon in the distance over darkening waters. With muscles complain after the day’s exertions, and it’s good to reach land again. As the Skerries light sends its warning into the dusk it is time to reflect on another memorable visit.

About the author:           

Andy Short runs BActive@Rhoscolyn from his base in Rhoscolyn, Anglesey, specialising in introductory courses in kayaking and sea kayaking. This post first appeared on Andy’s blog, which you can find here.