Patrik was calling for stronger winds today, maybe up to 50 knots by the evening. We made a plan to drive up to the eastern end of the lake where the scenery was even more breath-taking than straight outside the Puerto De Palos centre and stumbled on a perfect peninsular, right in front some of the most dramatic mountain scenery I’ve ever seen. We parked up the truck – the only windsurfers in sight – and spent the whole afternoon sailing in solitude in nuclear winds right in front of these weird and wonderful backdrops. At the end of the day, as Gonzalo and Marco packed up the gear back at the centre, the owner challenged me to a game of chess. Previously I’d claimed to the crew that I’d not been beaten at chess in the last ten years and would teach this guy a trick or two. An hour and two checkmates later, my punishment was over. Long days in the shade in this desert hideaway had turned this guy into a demon, expert player and my unbeaten run was finally over. I climbed back into the car in a state of depression with all the guys finding my defeat highly entertaining.