I think Ed spotted all four, but I'm not sure. I have a hard time keeping track of the different petrels. It feels like we are discovering the place for the first time. The cliff face descent is steep and tricky. We pass quite close to a petrel's nest that's perched in the cliff, and the resident petrel makes it quite clear that we aren't welcome guests.
Dinner is spaghetti and baked beans cooked over a wood fire.
Firewood, at least, is plentiful. The pisonia breaks easily and burns well. Fresh water, on the other hand, is scarce. There is no supply on the island, but we have several large barrels of water with us, so we will not go thirsty. After dinner, the kids head down the beach to sleep in one of the many caves.