Late yesterday afternoon I caught the bus into town so I could shop to fill my fridge and cupboards. I knew I’d be buying quite a lot and knew that the return bus was quite a lot later – so was fully expecting get a taxi home.

After the supermarket I had a 300m walk to the bakery for a crusty loaf.

Rather than walk back down to the harbour to the taxi rank I decided to walk back to the apartment. It was then, exactly then that I should have listened to the little voice in my head saying that walking was a ridiculous thing to do.

What I haven’t mentioned is that the island is currently experiencing F7 gusting F8 Beaufort.

It’s about 2.5km.

The shopping weighed 15.5kilos and the bag handles did their best to cut my fingers off!

I’m still trying to justify this lunacy – telling myself that it was good exercise as I haven’t really been able to swim, just dip, in these conditions.