St. Kilda was considerably further away than I thought.
Battled manfully through 10 metre waves for two hours before losing my paddle in middle of Atlantic. Kept calm and ate some tree bark pasta.
Managed to reach the craggy shore of Hirta using the sheer force of my T.V. persona. I'm Ray Mears.
Lay on rocks for twenty minutes, fairly puffed. Made a fire with a couple of marshmallows as I couldn't find any sticks. Toasted rest of marshmallows - tasty.
Will rest for 45 minutes then head back.Stuff to do in Wolverhampton.