BOOM OR BUST
After a quick tour of the farm in the daylight we set off bound for Mid Wales and whatever fortunes the Welsh Dragons could deliver. An hour later after meandering through the valleys, we finally caught a glimpse of the ocean, which from what I could make out was awash with white caps; at least the wind was howling! Down in the car park at the spot, a posse of vans was huddled up in formation, with Jim busy making a brew for the crew in the back of his VW. My first glance at the water didn’t inspire me with confidence, out front it was pretty much flat, although in the distance I could just about make out spray pluming on the point. The Dragons seemed remarkably relaxed. ‘Don’t worry JC,’ remarked Alfie, ‘once that tide starts to drop we’ll be banking wave after wave!’ Despite his assurance, I still wasn’t feeling so confident about his ‘pitch’!