As we pulled into the bay, a perfect half-mast-high set was reeling down the reef with cross-off winds feathering the foam off the top of the waves, the sun was shining and we had no excuses not to give it a try.
These were potentially the best conditions we might score on this whole trip, so there was no time to waste, especially in the middle of one of the rare patches of wintery Scottish sunshine.
While the guys scrambled their rigs together, I’d watched two or three heavy mast-high sets detonate down the point and, from where I was standing, the wind was looking really sketchy.
From a photographic point of view, it couldn’t have been better, but for sailing, the whole setup looked really sketchy, with a tonne of water moving around and only a small keyhole to make it back in.
