So, after leaving behind three disgruntled wives and partners and enduring the miserable three and a half hour drive in the darkness, we finally pulled into Gwithian at 7.30am, eager for our first view of the conditions and to see if all this hassle had been worth it. Bitter disappointment was an understatement; for starters the sky was totally overcast, the swell looked kind of sloppy, there was barely a breath of wind and it was slightly onshore; it looked and was, utter pants. We sat in silence in the van as we contemplated this could be a wasted day, not to mention the £80 worth of diesel down the pan! We were at a low point normally reserved for watching England in a world cup penalty shootout. Timo however was still optimistic and declared we needed to move further round the bay where at least it would be more cross off. Next stop was Uptons but the caravan site was closed until 8am so we trundled further round the bay to Mexico’s, duly named after a pub that is no longer there – which was just as well as I might have called in for one or two crates of Corona!. Maybe not quite as clean as the Bluff but usually a foot or two bigger, Mexico’s is also less messy in a southwest wind than Gwithian and always worth a look if you are stuck for options in the area.