TRNS

Conditions look better than expected.  The plan was to meet up with fellow paddlers mainly from the south west who were crossing over from Weston-Super-Mare a few hours later.
Eurion paddling over Sully causeway gliding over the glassy waves, shimmering gold in the low winter sun.
Eurion set his usual pace and we were sailing along making excellent progress.
The sun was out and it was unusually mild for the time of year, we were both glad we opted to leave our extra layers in the hatches.
We made Steep Holm in no time and still had at least an hour of flood at our disposal.
 ...and paddle on to Brean Down on the English shores.  I think we were both eager to complete a trip to Brean after our failed attempt in November.
After 2 hour 15 mins of continuous paddling we arrived beneath the Victorian Fort at Brean Down.  The fort was built as part of a line of defences known as the Palmerston Forts, to protect British shores against the strengthening French Navy.
Whilst exploring the headland we overheard the other groups routine call to the coast guard to inform them of their departure from Weston-Super-Mare.  
We made our way slowly toward Weston, now against the start of the ebb tide, in an attempt to convene with the other group.
Thats Eurion saying "come on weve come this far I want to touch it".  Thats another three miles under our belts today.
It was worth the extra miles though.  The Birnbeck Peir has remained derelict and frozen in time since 1994. Originally built in 1867 the pier was once a very popular tourist attraction.  Visitors declined for many reasons including competition from the closely built Grand Pier, which opened its amusement arcades in 1946.  Ownership has changed hands in recent years with promises of redevelopment, but all have proved fruitless.





 As if the conditions couldnt get any better they did, hardly a ripple.
Ten minutes from shore and and another call goes over the radio to signal the safe arrival of the other group.  I catch a glimpse of them paddling around the far right of the island so we paddle ashore to wait for them.
We meet up with Alice, Lizzie, Claire, Mark, Chas and Richard.  We took a tour of the island whilst we waited for the tide to turn so we could make our way up to Flat Holm.
Eurion will sleep anywhere.
Anti Aircraft gun still points out over the channel.  


Rather than wait around until after dark for the tide to turn we decide to get on the water and push on against the flow, after-all the conditions were perfect.
The sun quickly dips bellow the horizon.

 Before long its dark and we drift ever more down the channel away from our intended destination.
We finally get a little respite in the lea of the island as the tide starts to slow and make a slow approach.  We Paddle on blindly around the island almost head on into a reef before stumbling onto the beach by the jetty.
Only one slight problem, we failed to inform the staff of our intentions.  Thankfully they were pleasantly surprised at our arrival and let us pitch our tents up on the front lawn of the farm house.    
Eurion was quick to make himself at home in the warm of the farm house living room where I joined him.  Richard came prepared with two bottles of wine.  So I drank with him and remained on the sofa with the Flat Holm residents Sam, Aislinn, Yvonne and Leila, where the chat ranging from sheep to health and safety (??) went on until they kicked us back out into the cold in the late hours.
In fact it was surprisingly warm in the tent and almost enjoyed a full nights sleep until the alarm clock came pecking around the tents.  Ten minutes later and I was half a pack of custard creams lighter.  
Home for the night.

 Overnight the conditions had deteriorated and the island was shrouded in a thick fog.
  
We said our fair-wells to Alice, Lizzie, Claire, Mark, Chas and Richard as they departed into the fog and made their way back to Weston.


Me and Eurion had a little time to kill waiting for the tide to turn.  
Which was a good thing as Eurion was clearly having wardrobe problems.
We decided to leave early and attempt to make as much progress as possible to avoid the mad rush of tankers departing down the channel at high water.   We said our fair-wells to the Flat Holm staff and left with the not so distant sounds of ships engines and fog horns, hidden within the dense fog.