SURVIVAL MODE
Down at the beach, the wind seemed to hammer in the moment we arrived. The gusts were so strong I was just about able to stagger into the ghostly trails of sand flying along the shoreline. It was cold alright, so flippin’ cold my hands were burning already inside my gloves. I am not one to shy away from the odd bit of weather and had come prepared for anything with waterproof trousers, jacket, gloves and woolly hat but even with all this protection that wind chill was horrific. I think the way wetsuits have advanced these days, it was actually going to be warmer for Blacky out on the water. Yep, it looked like I was going to be the one suffering. Apparently standing there watching rather than participating in a sport you are likely to be 20 percent colder. So while Blacky was going to have a great time out there warming up with all that adrenaline fuelled excitement in the waves, I was most likely going to end up in a state of hypothermia freezing my ass off. By the time we had dragged all the gear a little way up the beach, the two guys out on the water were over being thrashed around by 40-knot gusts and headed for cover across to the other side of the estuary at Daymer where they had launched. Maybe the cold was too much for them, with those gusts and the survival conditions would they come back for more?