Finally after a frustrating drive through countless road works, being stuck behind slow rolling tractors and a hitting a couple of dead ends we managed to find the elusive Harlyn Beach. On the bright side, the clouds were literally breaking up on our arrival and down across the pearly white sand of the Bay, four sailors were blasting in and out through turquoise water with the place to themselves. A moment later the purple North sail of Adam Lewis dropped down onto a wave, screamed down the line and hucked into a huge aerial over a dredging shore dump. Wow! – Muzza and Adam had actually called it, we’d stuck gold, call it luck or superb judgement but it was epic conditions and UK wavesailing at its finest!
Now it was time for Timo to shuffle into action, and in no time he was rigged and scurrying across the beach to tune into the session. As it turned out, the quartet on the water, Adam, Muzza, George Shillito and Jamie Gibbs were all staying in in a house overlooking Daymer Bay with their respective girlfriends and had all been given the green light to go for a quick afternoon windsurf
session. Harlyn was the closest beach that looked like it might have side shore winds in a westerly and hey presto all the pieces clicked into place including the completely random timing of myself and Timo passing the Newquay turn off and sending an impulsive text to Muzza.