KATIE MCANENA
At 8am I set out North from my home in Galway to catch up with JC, Timo and Finn. The plan was to sail a notoriously fickle break that the boys had scored in December and were keen to catch again. As a spot, it’s incredibly temperamental, depending on very specific wind and swell directions and tide state. The one and only other time I had sailed it before was January two years ago with Mikey Clancy and Graham Ezzy and from that one day I knew both what a joy it was to catch a screaming left there but also the pain and heartache of the gusty winds and ripping currents.
Slightly sceptical, I took my time getting there as pounding hail showers, Armageddon squalls followed by windless doldrums did little to settle my nerves. Just as I was resigned to another glorious waste of petrol, my heart rose as I turned down the final pothole ridden road to a view of a world-class left hander peeling across the bay with the sun beating down and not a sinner on the wave, classic Ireland !
