A hail storm hammers down, winds gust up and it's bloody freezing. That was just in my garden getting the kayak out. I arrive at Aberthaw just after Taran with a grin on my face as a view of carnage reveals itself. Noel turns up with the same look on his face. We head for Barry old harbour instead.
We try to persuade Noel out to the edge of the bay but I think he was just about at the edge of his comfort zone. I know the feeling.