So there we were, 20 miles offshore, emptying our kayaks onto a 5km long lump of granite and slate sticking up out of the sea; Lundy Island.
We managed to blag our gear into the back of a ranger’s Land Rover heading for the island campsite, meaning that we made the 400 foot climb to the island’s plateau unencumbered. We caught up with our gear, pitched our tents and headed for a very late breakfast (it was early afternoon and we’d been going since 5 am!) in the ineffable Marisco Tavern. Servings of Lundy Lamb broth were just the thing we needed …
Then it was a time for a siesta in the afternoon heat. Was this really autumn? Everyone zoned out for a few hours, knowing that we’d need a rest before we headed out to sea again in the evening …
