As I kicked out I watched Irish ripper Katie McAnena drop down another bomb, I couldn’t believe how fast she was going, it was the only way you could keep pace with the freight train of the wave and after a couple of rail blistering turns she soon joined us in the channel for a chorus of screams that only windsurfers can communicate with in times of joy and normal people reserve for new iPhone launches. If you windsurf for no other reason than to escape iPhones and normal people then this day was for you. Three of us on the water, not a soul in sight and only the noise of waves breaking perfectly and your fins humming happily as they slice and speed to the peak of their design.
Windsurfing waves like these is actually a pretty simple formula, unlike our shaper friend though you just have to keep getting up early, keep looking at forecasts and keep waiting for those perfect waves because one day they do come, it’s the windsurf logic and on this cold but perfect January day it was so worth it!
“ my heart rose as I turned down the final pothole ridden road to a view of a worldclass left hander peeling across the bay with the sun beating down ”