Earlier this summer, the Motley Crew Red Phone had been gathering dust in my office when a faint glimmer under a pile of bills signalled it was flashing; that daunting glow usually means Timo has spotted a mega forecast on the radar and has come up with a hair brained scheme to go chase it. But for once, his latest plan was fairly straightforward; head down to Mazza and shoot the iconic St Michael’s Mount landmark on a 30 knot westerly. With nothing else planned for the coming days and the wife’s brash nod of approval, the next morning I was on the 5am ferry, in Poole by 8am and all on schedule to arrive at Mazza by midday, just right for the incoming tide and the prime sailing window. As you may have read in a previous issue, our plan was slightly thwarted by a curveball from Muzza and Adam Lewis with a detour to do the Haryln Shuffle, but a couple of hours later we were back on the A30, racing against the clock to make the golden hour at Marazion. I was impressed to see such a full house of windsurfing wagons in the car park as we rocked up and there were a good twenty or so sailors on the water, all on small sails to battle the brutal winds. Timo was rigged and on the water literally minutes after arrival and raced out to join the likes of Ian Black, Steve King and a whole host of locals scoring this classic Mazza forecast. With sand blowing down the beach in ghostly swirls it looked a solid thirty knots, which had kicked up endless ramps all the way out to the Mount. Sunny, windy and ‘wavey’, yep that’s all the ingredients needed for a decent Cornish jumping session in front of the incredible Michael’s Mount backdrop – all boxes ticked! On its day Mazza can serve up anything from heavy down the line action to flat water, but more the ‘norm’ is a playground of mellow ramps with decent spacing between the waves to make the sailing more fun than hard work. For more advanced sailors like Timo and Blacky there were plenty of steeper waves ‘to go big or go home’, while for the many recreational wave sailors on the water, there were also lots of shallower less intimidating ramps ideal for learning to jump and even crack that first forward or back loop attempt. We caught Mazza on the pushing tide and the crew sailed right up until high water before the wind turned a tad gusty and the jumps were few and far between.