Showing posts with label falklands. Show all posts
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Saturday, 7 April 2018

Pebble Island in winter - Beach Landing

Having just posted "Road Trip Finale" yesterday, saying it was my last penguin post, I realised I have a few unfinished posts which had suffered from the fact that I am not a "completer/finisher" type of person.

So, here are a few photos from a midwinter trip last year to Pebble Island.  It was snowing in Stanley when we took off, but brilliant sunshine on Pebble. Much to our surprise the pilot decided to land on the 4-mile beach, something we'd always wanted to experience.

The islands's residents act as a ground crew, with mobile fire-fighting kit and wind sock.

Unfortunately, the pilot decided to land about 500 metres from where they were waiting, so they had to race down the beach to greet us.

Afterwards, we explored the island, climbed a hill; got caught in a small snow shower; and experienced frozen pipes for the first time in decades.

A great place to visit at any time of year.
Snowy Stanley airport

Freight


Stanley harbour

Snow lying in the trenches dug by the deminers. In other words, former minefields outside Stanley.

The main road traversing a huge stone run




Not snow, but sand!

The ground crew approach



Arrival lounge, Pebble Island

Dot the Dispatcher

Wind sock on a sled.



Taxi!
Gunning it down the runway


Takeoff

Fence posts!


Impressionist Oystercatchers



Snowy Sheathbill, Antarctic resident

The SAS blew up 13 planes during a raid in 1982

Lichen grows on aluminium




Frozen ground is covered safely with nordic walking poles

Not just sheep

Airstrip, but waterlogged, so we used the beach

HMS Coventry memorial

Shelter from the snow



West to Saunders Island, Keppel and more.


Looking west from a World War 2 observation post. 


Looking east to the settlement


Easy navigation


Our transport back to Stanley


Frozen sea


Stanley runway

Hope you enjoyed these,

Peter
April 2018

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Honeymoon at Volunteer Beach

[For new readers....My wife and I moved to the Falkland Islands over 5 years ago, initially for two years.  But we have yet to be bored with the opportunities for work or the wildlife. Plus most of the people are very friendly and helpful.]

This week, we headed to Johnson's Harbour, a massive sheep farm which includes a private nature reserve,  about an hour out of Stanley, with two friends on board. At the end of the gravel road, we waited at the tiny settlement of about 4 houses for the Warden to arrive and transport us in his big 4x4 (SUV) to the House, about 12 miles away, over very boggy untamed ground.

The 12 miles took about 75 minutes to traverse. The main tourist track to the beach was closed due to being too wet, but as the Warden lived at the House, he could use a quiet track which was relatively pristine, as it received little traffic.
The track had been closed for 2 weeks, due to being wet!
One reason it may not have had much traffic during the season, was that it crossed a tidal lagoon. So knowing the local tides was an essential requirement  for arriving at the destination.
This is not due to rainfall - this is a tidal lagoon. The main track is worse!
 After admiring some skilled driving, we arrived at the House, and quickly got down to the 2-mile long beach to see the main attraction - penguins!  It is "PetersPenguinPost", after all!
Indecisive King Penguins
 King Penguins are relatively rare in the Falklands, but this was the biggest colony - about 1,000 pairs, plus hundreds of chicks.
"OK, form a line"
 There are Magellanic and Gentoo penguins, too, but these can be found close to Stanley, and all over the Falklands. The Kings were what we wanted to see.  And the huge numbers also attracted predators such as Sea Lions.....
"Follow me!"

Hallo, 'allo, 'allo!
 
 We watched a line of penguins waddle into the surf, only to emerge moments later at top speed as a dark shape was spotted in the waves!
The Gentoo wins the race!
Oh dear...


 As well as watching the wildlife, we had hoped our friends would enjoy their visit. It was a sentimental journey for them, as they had first come here on their honeymoon - 40 years ago!
White-rumped Sandpiper and a 2-banded plover
 The Bride's Grandparents had given them a flight in a Beaver float plane to take them to a shack at Volunteer Beach. With a bag full of compo rations from the Royal Marine barracks where the Groom was billeted, along with the other Marines in Naval Party 8901, they set off on their honeymoon.

The float plane landed on the nearby lagoon. As the shack was uninhabited, there was no-one to greet them. So no boat to get them ashore from the float plane in the middle of the tidal lagoon. So the Groom had to give the Bride a piggy-back lift to dry land! 
Feeding time at the creche
 Not only were there no people at the shack, there was no electricity. "I remember playing cards by candlelight", said the Bride. 

The peat stove was fired up and a Fray Bentos Steak and Kidney pie was heated.  Baked beans were warmed for breakfast. 
Swimming all day makes one tired
 Two days later, they returned to the lagoon to await the plane.  There was no phone in 1977, so after hours of waiting they gave up, and guessed, correctly, that the plane was grounded by the strong winds.  The same thing happened the next day!  Eventually, the plane arrived and rescued them.
More feeding

We are not allowed inside the white stones.
Anyway, the 2017 visitors had no need to bring rations - champagne was enough. The Warden and his wife provided superb hospitality in their home, with delicious meals and yummy fresh home baking.  Teaberry cheescake is a Falklands delicacy, which I was lucky enough to taste twice on the one day.  It is worth the calories!
Young one
However, we did work some of the calories off by long walks along the beach and cliffs.  Saw more Sea Lions and peregrine falcons.
"Leave it!"
Some people miss all the fun of arrival by the track....



Group beach stroll

House is beside the green trees, right. Volunteer Beach in the centre.
All too soon, the visit was over, and we enjoyed the swaying ride in the Warden's car over the bumpy countryside. Once again, we felt very, very privileged to have been able to visit one of the best wildlife spots on the planet. But unlike many tourist hotspots, there are no crowds and because Man has only lived here for about 200 years, the wildlife is as curious about us as we are about them.

More in a few weeks,
Peter
Sea Lions