Went for a surf this morning, cos hadn't been in the water for a fortninght - really nice onshore breeze though, so I had every intention of going back to the beach for a fly later on (there seems to be such little daylight left in the week allready). Got way-laid a bit though, doing - you know - 'stuff' and started tidying the garage. Considerably easier said than done.
Anyways... there's a pile of kite bags in the corner that really needed a tidy up to make some room for boxes of other useless stuff, so I got stuck in. I've been pretty brutal in kite culling over the past 3 or 4 years, and haven't actually bought anything new for a couple of seasons... (oooh, except that 180g delight from JoE). Sooo...
Nah. I'm cured.
(Bonus points for naming 'em all.)