Slowly the wind built to where it seemed possible out the back, but still glassy on the inside. Jason rigged first, and wallowed out the back for a bit before I joined him and went straight down to my waist with very little wind. Oh dear. Ever so slowly it built, where were able to pluck one or two, but it took a while. The bigger bombs out the back where a bit messed up and bumpy, but the mid-sized ones that hit the inside had more wall and were sucky and ridiculously, glassy smooth.
Philip only had his 5.0 and had to watch agonizingly until there was a bit more wind. Eventually it did pick up and he was able to venture out for his first wave. He’d been wise to be patient and now he was finally getting a taste of what he’d flown so far for.