I went for a walk into the hills outside Stanley. A few spots of rain fell as I passed minefields just outside town, and the skies looked threatening. I climbed up Sappers Hill, and looked out along the road to Mount Pleasant. Mount Tumbledown looked epic and threatening and I wanted to go there, but there was no time. Before I came to the islands I was pretty sure that one week wouldn't have been long enough but I was worried that two weeks would be way too long. It definitely wasn't. Already I was thinking about all the things I hadn't managed to see and wondering how long it would be before I could come here again.