when you're cruising home on the train at about 5:30, going past leighton beach and see people out on big kites that are falling out of the sky, flying backwards, stalling, folding and are generally not doing the things that kites should be doing because there might be a gusty 14 knots if they're lucky and you find yourself thinking "you know what... I reckon there could still be time to go home, get my gear and get back to the beach for a good 15 minutes of not-quite-kitesurfing before it gets dark..."