Less than six months later, a blip came up on the radar; all the right ingredients were out there brewing in the Atlantic. A huge west swell was marching in on the Irish Coast almost certain to max out most of the usual breaks and accompanied with a rare solid wind forecast, this was exactly the day the crew had been waiting for to plot their return.
“ I could tell by his body language,the way he kicked out at the end of the ride, that he had just ridden a really special wave and it was ‘game on’ !. ”
JOHN CARTER
And so the planning and the phone calls commenced! Shall we, shan’t we, procrastination, indecision, the ‘what ifs’ and all the usual mind numbing lack of decision making frustration I personally go through until Timo just pipes up ‘we are going!’. That was it, Ross was unavailable for the return but Finn was home in Ireland and up for another shot at this rare chance to score some epic down the line sailing. After checking out the possibilities, the only ferry that would cater for a hit and run mission would be the Holyhead to Dublin overnighter with Stena Lines. A mere six hours in the van from Southampton to the tip of north Wales, a few hours on the ferry and then a four hour drive at the other end to the wild west coast in late January, easy!