Last Saturday…it had taken a fair bit of persuading and cajoling to get the group together, given the patchy forecast and lack of appeal of a winter camping trip. Indeed, the general assumption was that we were on for a fairly masochistic weekend. But as we assembled at Sand Bay in Somerset, the sun shone, the sea was calm and there were clear views across the Bristol Channel to the islands of Flat Holm and Steep Holm.
Overheating in dry suits and winter thermals, we ferried glided across the tide to the bulky outline of Steep Holm…
