Angela, Sten, Mike, Brian and Sue met at Canal foot on a sunny Saturday morning and with sunglasses and caps donned set off on a Bore Hunt.
This is the second time I’ve been in search of the infamous Bore and had high hopes for the day. The forecast predicted a F3-F4 headwind but we hardly noticed and with a bit of tidal assistance we were soon drifting past Bardsea enjoying the sunshine and flocks of oystercatchers on the sandbanks.
We headed out further into the bay to a wide channel and then we waited for the bore to growl its way into the bay.
The wind suddenly dropped, and Mike called “I think that it” as a smallish green wave approached only to peter out almost instantly. Soon the surrounding channels began to fill and Angela and Sten (I think there was some insider knowledge going on… ) headed over to a channel closer to shore. As each small surge of tide filled the channels there were cries of “is that the Bore?! Is that the bore?!” But it seemed to be eluding us.
Eventually Brian, Mike and I headed over to an Eddie forming at Chapel Island to wait and see what would happen next but it was looking like to infamous Bore would have to wait for another trip.
After a while we tried to head over to the shore side channel where Angela and Sten were waiting, but the current was revving up and we were cut off by another sandbank so decided to soak up the magical expanse of salt and sand and sit it out. Brian was kept amused by a play spot forming near an adjacent sandbank until there was enough water to make our way back to canal foot.
Once nearer to the pier it was clear how fast the tide was moving now as the current swirled around channel markers and ‘I almost mis-timed my landing at canal foot’.
We regrouped, had a quick sarnie and headed for the viaduct and the swirling brown waters around the stanchions. Angela took it like a pro and shot through the boiling waters followed by Sten and Brian.
More opportunities to keep Brian out of mischief also found here. We then headed towards the Leven and our final destination Greenodd, stopping to play in the swirling waters.
With our destination in clear site it took a while for us to realise that we were stuck in a back eddie and going nowhere. (Thanks for the heads-up Mike!) and were forced to re trace our steps in order to find another channel to take us to Greenodd. After some slalom practice with umpteen fishing lines projecting from the banks we were back on dry land followed by tea and Angela’s delicious homemade scones and tales of the infamous Morecambe Bay Bore.
We’re going on a bore hunt.
We’re going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We’re not scared.