The issue here was timing; it was critical. We were already past the turn off for Newquay, meaning we would have to back track on ourselves by half an hour to go check it out. The shuffle to head to Harlyn would potentially mean we would most likely miss the prime window at Mazza. Oh Muzza, why did you have to throw this bone to us at the last minute, for once in my life I had settled on a plan and was quite relaxed up until this text exchange. But it was quite a tasty sounding bone Muzza had thrown our way, a new spot, which was potentially a reeling cross off beach break plus a decent crew already on hand to shred it to pieces, it did indeed sound tempting. The big question though; was their ‘intel’ good? Could we have faith in this call from Muzza and Adam Lewis or would this detour blow the whole day and we’d go home devastated?. Well to cut a long story short, we decided to roll the dice and yeah, yeah, yeah we were going to do the Harlyn Shuffle! All I knew was that Muzza and Lewis would have hell to pay for if we rolled up to 2 foot cross shore slop.
Heads would roll, Muzza would never be trusted again and poor Lewis would be sent back to Tenerife with a one way ticket and his Windsurf subscription cancelled for life.