9.45: JC: Tide is still surging in and I am too busy preoccupied shooting to really care.
10.30am: JC: It looks look Timo is heading back in after a hectic hour and a half battling with the elements. I am at the far end of the second bay and there is hardly any beach left, time to get the hell out of here! As I come around the first little headland I suddenly realise the tide has come up way higher than I had banked on. Now there is zero beach left and the waves are lapping right up to the boulders at the base of the cliffs. Bearing in mind it is about three degrees and blowing forty knots, this is going to be touch-and-go if I can even make it back to the harbour before the tide fully cuts me off.
11am: Timo: The tide was always going to spoil our party on this particular day, with the combination of this mega swell the tide had filled the reef way earlier than we expected. I was now cursing the extra ten minutes we wasted at McDonalds, the twenty minutes extra sleep and my number two. All this would have given me another 4 or 5 waves, something I would now pay serious money for – the wave is that good. I now had to negotiate getting back to the launch spot, the wind was seriously blowing, I was on a 4.0 and I was struggling to make any ground upwind, by the time I made it to where I launched the waves were breaking straight onto the cliff. I had to time it just right otherwise I’d be the worst part of a reef sandwich! Coming ashore I felt that overwhelming emotion that only an amazing day of winter windsurfing can give me. Yes it might be freezing cold, but give me this incredible sense of adventure and solitude over a trip to the Canaries any day of the week.