Another gloomy day ensued with bracing winds, hail showers and the Atlantic raging with all its power. With the incoming tide the option to sail the Doom Bar was viable although out off Stepper Point huge waves were crashing onto the rock sending up massive explosions of white water. Solid logo to mast high sets were running down the headland with side off winds tempting both Adam and Chris to venture across the bay. As the tide raced in, this ‘sweet spot’ lasted about an hour before, the whole set up changed as the bay filled with water and the inside beach break started to turn on. Sailing these gnarly conditions in the midst of winter you should play it safe although Adam seemed to be ignoring the dangers of these perilous seas and racing out towards the steepest ramps in the thick of the impact zone and launching into some massive back loops. When Adam was learning to wave sail, Daymer Bay and Polzeath were his two favourite breaks and at least I had the peace of mind that he knows these waters and how hard to push it. Not to be outdone, Muzza was taking no prisoners on the Bar and hitting some chunky sections and launching into some huge floaty aerials.
Towards the end of the session the sky became engulfed by a huge thick blanket of grey cloud combined with 40 knots gusts and driving rain. By this time, even I was over it; the Doom Bar was calling, and not the one out in the middle of the Estuary! OK, Adam and Chris both survived the challenge of raging seas but that was nothing compared to my battle with National Rail to make it back to Portsmouth before the last boat. After being rerouted to some weird and wonderful stations dotted around the West Country I finally made it back home before midnight bedraggled and beaten by the UK railway system. Such was my horrific treatment by some of the station guards I even penned a letter of complaint and posted it off the very next morning, grrrr!
“ Daymer Bay is without doubt one of the most gorgeous stretches of coastline in Cornwall ’’ JC