Should eight dripping kayakers ever show up at my front door after dark in midwinter, without prior notice or an invite, I’m afraid that I can’t vouch for the kind of reception I’ll give them.
Thankfully, the wardens on Flat Holm Island were much more accommodating a couple of weekends back. Our thanks to them! Apologies all, next time we’ll a] call ahead and b] bring more wine and cake.
