SATURDAY
4 A.M.
JC: I had a premonition that it could be a mistake accompanying the keenest windsurfer known to man on the longest day of the year! Timo’s alarm clangs away at 4 A.M. and peeling back the curtains reveals blue sky. ‘Let’s go’ he declares in a military tone of voice that I know I can’t argue with. He is a man on a mission even though we know our best slot for the day is on the outgoing tide after 8 A.M.
4:30 A.M.
JC: Down at Bragger our hopes are dashed! It is still dead flat. Well there are a few knee high ripples feathering on the reef but our illusions of mast high perfection are quashed. Timo is still keen to hit Bru for another bash at messy cross-shore conditions…I am not quite so motivated but there is no choice in the matter. I am starting to come to grips with the possibility this trip could be a potential disaster.
5 A.M.
JC: Timo hits the water for his third session of the trip and I head up the point to scratch out what pics I can from the mediocre conditions. Within fifteen minutes the heavens have opened again and this time I make a mad dash to the van for shelter. Five minutes later and Timo has also called it quits, conditions were difficult and with the onset of pouring rain the wind had dropped.
6 A.M.
JC: Back to bed to grab an hour or two of sleep! In front of us we possibly have a full day at the beach, followed by the 12 hour drive home, which is never as much fun as the outbound journey! Right now we are pretty much both quite low in morale! Timo’s computer is still dead as a Dodo, there is minimal swell and it is raining!