YOU MUST BE SNAPPED
Turns out he’d heard his ankle crack after a badly landed table-top push loop! He then realised very quickly that if he didn’t make the channel he would have to either sail back out or land on the rocks, so essentially he gritted his teeth and went for it! We all helped drag him out of the water, and it was pretty clear he needed hospital, although nothing was ‘sticking out’ it was pretty obvious he’d broken something.
Unfortunately for those sharing vans it was off to A&E in Pompey with Jack without any further sailing – and the nice afternoon lunch they’d bribed their other halves with in order to come over was out of the window as well! That left Scott and I with Niton to ourselves, well, and thirty surfers. It doesn’t seem fair but seriously it just got better and better as the tide dropped. The next bay upwind has another ledge, that on a really good day, connects all the way through to the channel and on this day the bomb sets started playing ball!