All good adventures have three parts to them; A Beginning, A Middle, and An End!
We sped down the very tight and twisting country lane in Cornwall towards the tiny cove of Port Quin. We were sucked even tighter and twisted into our slightly ill-fitting wetsuits laden down with life jackets, helmets and a heavy amount of apprehension.
This was the beginning of our Cornish Microadventure which had been a year in the planning. The idea was a simple one, we would spend the morning Sea-Kayaking and Coasteering off the rugged Cornish coastline then go back to our campsite and pack our 65 Litre backpacks before trekking off for several miles down the coastline along the South West Coast Path until we found a suitable place to wild camp overnight before waking and carrying on a further fifteen miles or so down the coast to finish in The Watefront Inn at Portreath. Simple eh!
Now though the planning and arranging had ended and it was being replaced with some real and tangible fear. There was an acute sense of foreboding as we were about to throw ourselves mercilessly into the cold Atlantic sea on this very early and not to mention nippy morning.