HOLY GRAIL
I can already sense feel the raw cold of the pre-dawn as I peer through the frosted window of the Weigh Inn hotel just on the outskirts of Thurso, Scotland.
It’s our final morning of our three-day road trip, on what promises to be the wildest day so far. Outside I can just make out the trees bending and waving around as the storm force north westerlies unleash themselves on this raw coastline.
The swell prediction is a massive seven metres, although from past experience you just never know what to expect. This rugged stretch of Scottish terrain is becoming a mystery to me with, forecasts that rarely deliver what and when they foretell, but then pounce back when you are least expecting it.
But, having said that, if you are chasing quality waves, both for windsurfing or surfing, then Thurso rarely lets you down. Of course the associated price tag can be a shed load of diesel, ice-cold water and a whole lot of waiting for those swells to come alive.
But an extra layer of neoprene, a few quid in diesel and a bit of patience is a price well worth paying if you want to score quality conditions.
