Timo was out for glory throwing down multiple forward loops off the lip, late hits and monster aerials. By mid-morning there was a solid crowd on the water, with the likes of Jamie Hawkins, Stefan Hilder, Sarah Bibby and the predicted south coast posse joining the Mexican wave fiesta (minus the dodgy hats and even dodgier tacos). Timo was forced to change down gear mid-session which meant a painstaking walk back up the sand dune back to the van to re-rig to his 4.7m and smaller board but when he came back he was charging harder than ever. By 1pm we were all toasted. The combo of a 4am wake up, on the water by 8.15am and four solid hours of hard-core conditions was enough; plus the wind had pretty much died come low tide. We stopped at M & S in Hayle to stock up on flowers, chocolate and anything else three apologetic windsurfers could offer in appeasement to our better halves for a day spent enjoying ourselves on the beach, while chucking in a few cans of spicy Pringles for the road in honour of our Mexican sojourn. It was a classic Cornwall day and even more classic Motley day as we learned the wind had filled back in on the pushing tide as soon as we left. Hasta la vista Mexico’s – we will be back! (if our wives and girlfriends don’t read this!).