We settled to bed fairly early but with the gale blowing it was extremely cold. Simon and John had quite thick warm sleeping bags and seemed quite snug but my basic Argos cheapie, suitable for sleepovers on friends floors was not really up to the job. However by the time I had donned long thermal undies, a fleece jumper, a fleece jacket, a hat, woolly socks and another pair of socks on my hands it was not too bad. John found this all very amusing!
With the gale blowing all night the tent was flapping noisily and the poles bending alarmingly as well as the sea roaring. The campsite is surrounded by magellanic penguin burrows, the nearest being only about 3 metres from the tent. These penguins are locally known as jackasses due to the loud braying sound they make. I had thought that they did this in the evening and early morning but we soon discovered that they actually continue all night!
Whilst eating breakfast the next morning I was commenting that a year previously on that day we had been skiing in the French Alps with Hannah and Simon. Minutes later a sudden hailstorm hit us turning the scenery into something not dissimilar to the Alps. However the sun was shining again soon and we set off back along the beach the mile or so to the bird colonies on the cliffs to see the rockhopper penguins and black browed albatrosses.
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