WILL IT? WON’T IT?
“The lip was looming above me, the sun went in. I already had flashing visions of it racing off down the line leaving me obliterated in its wake. Oh no was I too late? Vice grip on the boom and gritted teeth waiting for impact, my eyes blasted with spray just before my brain could calculate my fate …
“Whoosh! I was going up, everything weightless, Jesus! Eyes clamped shut, but going through the flight controls as usual – not too much back hand, legs tucked under. Finally opening my eyes just in time to touch down surprisingly far out in the flats and out of danger of the freight train behind me – at least for a moment. Wow what a ride!”
I’ve been up to Thurso quite a few times now, I love the place. The ideal windsurfing forecast is always a big westerly swell driven on by gale-force westerly winds – an outlook that should light up all the epic spots you usually see in the windsurfing and surfing magazines. Occasionally the wind will let us down with the quick-moving lows, give us a respite from the howling wind and we’ll get to ride the greatest wave of them all, Thurso East itself.