The wind came first, in the morning. Then the rain. Then the waves, and by this time half of the roads were blocked by fallen trees it was total chaos. At the end of the day the sky cleared, and we managed to reach a beach called Inchydoney, where I went in the water for the last hour before sunset. I sailed in the inside as the waves were breaking 1 km outside and the wind was still very strong and gusty. I couldn’t do anything but I was just happy to be out there feeling the power of the storm. A few days earlier Leon Jamaer said to me “If you don’t score good conditions at least you will have a story to tell your kids!”
The next morning we could hear the birds and the skies were blue, the storm was gone; almost like a different season at a different place. Philippe said we should go fishing, and after failing to catch any fish at the first place we tried, we looked at google maps and drove to a small bay. Once on the cliff we looked down and saw this wave breaking in the middle of the bay. It was not big but very hollow, almost too hollow. We got very excited once we looked again at google maps and arrived to the conclusion that this wave would work perfectly for windsurfing on a north west wind and a high tide because at low tide the rocks are dry.