Across Riedle Bay and tucked up into a long armpit of forest we made camp for the night.

And so did 500 penguins who all came home at 2am with ear-splitting stories of their day at sea.

Richard paddling out the next morning with a penguin-induced headache.

Paul paddling in front of a very beautiful composition of weathered granite and lichen.

I did a series of paintings of this rock formation for Paul and Kathy's wedding some years later.

As the morning unfolded the weather conditions began to change.

We had been paddling for 6 or 7 days by this point and, without a VHF radio, we had little idea of the weather forecast other than what we deduced by looking to the sky and wind directions.