PAUL HUNT
With no swell really forecast we were relying on the fetch up the English Channel to whip up a wave up. The forecast I didn’t think was special but if you are desperate like we were this day you start to hallucinate that maybe it might be worth trying! Jamie called Scott that night and he talked up Bonchurch, be amazing he said, I’d never heard of it but it’s just east of Ventnor. It made sense to me, as that part of island is very exposed to anything coming down the channel. I called JC to see if he was around and he said you will probably just end up at Sandown, what does he know any way I thought, he only lives there! Next morning I was at Jamie’s house early, Timo had already bailed to go to Weymouth, its was starting to fall apart already. So we are in the ferry queue, and I get a call from Scott, today is rubbish you boys want to be here tomorrow, great! Literally just going up the ramp. Too late we are committed. I now remember Scott does have a history of over exaggerating.
Turned up and it was small, but you could see the potential, we went to Ventnor to talk rubbish and get a coffee and see if it had changed, it didn’t, so JC was right, Sandown for a bit of jumping it was. Surprisingly the direction was really side shore so it ended up being a super fun session. Head high and punchy, Sandown delivered and I will definitely sail it again, but maybe after a few days of wind to really build the swell.