Sea kayaking desktop wallpaper calendar 2011

I wish a belated Happy New Year to all visitors to seakayakphoto.com. As way of a celebration of the last year and in anticipation of sea kayaking adventures yet to come, here is the 7th annual sea kayaking desktop wallpaper calendar from seakayakphoto.com. The above link will lead to high resolution photos in four different desktop sizes.

January, Arran, Firth of Clyde.
February, Loch Creran,

A pasting, a couple of scones but not a Brownie in sight, at Big Jessie's.

From the Mull of Cara we made our way back to the crescent of sand where we had left the boats. Cumulonimbus clouds towered into the sky forming great hammerheads. Over on the mainland, someone was getting a pasting with torrential rain but it wasn't us!We set off from Cara back to Tayinloan in a light wind and I soon had the sail up......as Phil put in a cracking pace. However, when the breeze

Who's been sitting in my chair?

From Cara House, we made our way slowly up the spine of the Island towards the Mull of Cara. We looked back northwards over the blooming heather of Cara to a magnificent view encompassing, Jura, the Sound of Jura, Gigha, the Sound of Gigha and Kintyre.To the NW the Paps of Jura dominated the skyline while......to the NE the dazzling strip of sand, where we had luncheon the previous day,

Through the Brownie's window, on Cara.

We came across a row of old tractors lined up behind the beach at Cara. Phil tried to get the most recent looking one started......but judging by the spider's web in its air intake, it obviously hadn't run for a while.Giving up on the tractor, we started to walk up the track towards......Cara House, which was on the horizon.As we climbed, we enjoyed a fabulous view over Gigha to the Paps of

Last day of summer on Cara.

We finally made landfall on this beautiful beach at the north end of Cara.We gazed back at the stunning view over azure waters to verdant Gigha......and the distant rocky peaks of the Paps of Jura.We don't get a great deal of sun in Scotland but when we do....! This last day of a short summer will need to keep us going for some time during the dark days of the coming winter.

Thunder heralds our return to Cara.

After lunch at Sammy's place, it seemed too early to return to Tayinloan. After all we did not want to end up in a traffic jam on Loch Lomond side. So we turned south towards Cara again.A distant rumble of thunder from the east......drew our gaze towards towering clouds......but Donald heard nothing.The isle of Cara grew steadily bigger......as we prepared to greet the Brownie once more. What

Paying our respects to the Brownie on Cara.

On landing on Cara, Phil and I doffed our caps to the resident spirit, the Brownie. We both said "Good afternoon Mr Brownie, I trust you are well." Note a hatless Phil and a hatted Donald!Phil helped Donald up the beach with his boat and explained Cara diplomatic protocol. Donald said, "I'm not taking my hat off for any wee man in a brown coat!" Phil and I were quite unconcerned about Donald, as

Goat bhuna and the Mull of Cara

From the Boathouse on Gigha, we made our way south through a series of skerries. The Mull of Kintyre and the pointed summit of Cara lay beyond the skerries.We soon picked up a convoy of curious common seals who followed us through the channels. (Thanks to Will for identification.)Phil and I in the kayaks got through shallow gaps that Donald could not risk with his outboard motor.After crossing