Lets go find a flying (Red) Kite

Red Kites, majestic birds once gone from wales, but an intensive breeding program allowed them to be reintroduced in the past few years, and they are fairly thriving. Anyway theres a bit of a story behind these shots, you might want to get a cup of tea before you start. I decided "Its sunday and its not raining, lets go somewhere on the Flying Strawberry" (my motorbike). So I packed my bag, D800 with 50mm lens, tripod, some ND filters just in case of long exposures, and my 28-100mm lens and out the door I go. Half way to the Storey arms in Brecon I get the notion I didn't put my camera in (I had, it was the first thing that went in, I'm just paranoid) so a bit of self assurance at a set of traffic lights and I carried on. Once I got to the heads of the valleys after coming off Llwydcoed mountain, it started raining, Right ticked off with that, I almost went "Sod it, lets go home" but once I got on the A470 and I saw Brecon was clear I felt a bit better and carried on. Coming up on the second reservoir, Strawb starts sputtering and dies, so I pull over and give her a good check over and after finding nothing obviously wrong, send a call for help (after taking a few pictures of the misty mountain obviously) I perform the few basic checks described to me by my stepdad (who is a bike mechanic) I have no tools on me to do anything complicated. Anyway for reasons I don't understand it starts and I get going, I manage to get just past the Storey arms, its splutters and dies again so I and pull in, I'm actually where I wanted to be, so I make the best of it. During a little wander up the road I see a few kites in the distance and wish I brought my 70-300mm lens, next time I will. They were at first way too far even for heavy cropping so I kept admiring the scenery when all of a sudden, the feathered beastie was close, I snap a few pictures before birdie had the mountain behind it. After a bit more wandering I decide to see if I can get Strawb going and head home, she starts without too much effort, so I head for home. Darn think dies again, and again, and again, but this time it point blank refuses to start, so after a rescue call and after a long wait on a cold and windy hillside, I get rescued and the sodding bike is fixed up enough get home.