Last time you chicken gybed?
Don’t get into those conditions too often, though Coffin Rock in Ireland sticks in the mind. Saw the mountain of a wave blocking my way out, survival instincts took over and I chicken gybed just in time to be swallowed up by the white water. The following swim is something I hope to never experience again.
Last time you landed a new move?
Do you know how old I am !, completing moves I’ve already done is an achievement, though I was close to the one I really wanted to get in Cape Town this year. Everything must have been perfect, bottom turned on my first wave and before I knew it, I’d hit the lip and was in the air, enjoying the moment and picking my time to land and ride out of it. I landed back on top of the wave for what felt like an age before it passed under me. The feeling from those few days sailing in Cape Town is my motivation right now, it felt like I was finally improving and to be honest I can’t get that out of my mind. So much so I’m doing whatever the doc tells me, as I know it’s the quickest way to get back on the water. Guess I may as well apologise to everyone now, as I’m going to be a real pain in the ass the next few months. I know I’ll struggle to stay behind the lens but I’ll do it in return for getting back to that point of improving and pushing the level of my sailing. ’