Laying in our sleeping bags, with the sound of waves lapping against the nearby rocks, and the occasional lights of fishing boats slowly motoring past, we decided that we probably wouldn’t write a post about this week’s micro-adventure.

Our aim was to find somewhere where we could do another test flight of our homemade KAP (kite aerial photography) mount which Simon had adjusted a bit since its first outing last week. We left home in a rush and without a plan and ended up at Guernsey’s most recognisable landmark, Castle Cornet, which sits at the entrance to St Peter Port Harbour. A few months ago, on Google Maps satellite view, we spotted a small patch of green just outside of the far side of the perimeter wall that we thought might make a good camping spot.

Just after low tide we scrambled out along the rocks around the bottom of the castle walls to the place where we had pinned on the map. There we found a blocked-off doorway with a concrete step where we set up our bivvy bags and stove. In our hurry to get going earlier we hadn’t noticed that the wind was coming from an unusual direction and wasn’t going to be great for the aerial shots that we were after. The wind had also dropped off to almost nothing and after a few failed attempts by Simon to get the kite airborne he packed it away and admitted defeat.

Feeling deflated, and frustrated that we hadn’t chosen one of dozens of other pins on our map that would have been more suitable for the kite, we zipped ourselves into our bivvy bags without even cooking dinner and got an early night. We made the decision that we would come back another day and start again.

We woke in the morning to a coral coloured sky and force 4 breeze, that, despite still not being from the ideal direction, was looking ok for some kite flying. For the first time on any of these trips Simon was up first; hurriedly attaching the camera to the kite string hoping to get it flying in time to catch a photo of the moment that the sun would appear from behind the island of Sark.

After yesterday’s false-start our mood had lifted and we felt contented. We were dry, sheltered, had plenty of food, and were in a spot where not even the most adventurous of morning dog-walkers would disturb us. Lucy cooked some hot porridge and steaming coffee while Simon sent the kite up and down for a couple of hours until the wind, which had been continuously getting stronger, became too powerful.


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