MUZZA
The forecast for the week was looking crazy with mega-strong wind warnings splattered all over the papers and disruption warnings on TV. On the bright side it was only 11 degrees C, which in my books for December was almost tropical by UK standards. A few days before the storm we received a message from JC asking where we were heading. Looking at the map, in a west wind we decided Bigbury should be pretty smoking. So, with a 5m swell forecast and storm force winds it was agreed Carter would make his way down and meet us. I picked –up a traumatized JC from local train station after he’d been tortured by a mammoth 10-hr train ride caused by the horrific weather and rail delays. We headed straight to the Tushingham offices where I had a small sail to pick up and, to our surprise, Dave Hackford had organized a sweet Chinese take-away for us and some bonus beers too. The final supper! JC was in heaven!