Scilly Pelagic - Petrels and Shearwaters
I never thought I'd see myself on one of these again. My last experience of the legendary Scilly Pelagics was tortuous, the relentless lilting of the inky seas twisting my equilibrium into depositing the contents of my dignity into the deep blue depths of the south-western approaches. There was a nagging regret though of having missed out. Firstly, on some of the finest target species these early autumn trips have to offer, and secondly, just the feeling of spending a few hours in one of the remotest locations in the UK. Dosed up on Sturgeron©, Seaband ginger capsules©, and my holistic pressure wristbands - I'd covered myself as much as I could in dignity protective remedies. It gets into your head - but the feelings of defeat can only be dispelled by the taste of victory. The Sapphire skippered by Joe Pender with the great Bob Flood trundles around 5 miles south west of the Isles of Scilly archipelago. At this point, the engine is cut, and the ...