Westerly winds were hammering along the shoreline creating ghostly trails of sand across the beach, whilst on the water the brown churned-up waves of the North Sea shed plumes of spray with bowl sections just begging to be smacked.
The only thing holding us back at this very moment in time was the fact it was a burning cold three degrees outside and we had only just about thawed-out from the morning session. I’ve been to Redcar a couple of times before and always scored pretty solid conditions, Animal Wetsuits HQ is only about ten minutes away so I would normally make time to pick up my new suits on a good forecast. John MacAfee who runs the show there is also a keen windsurfer so I usually have my local man on-the-ground to guarantee I’m hitting the right spot!
