BALLISTIC!
Within an hour the crew were all rigging their smallest sails! The storm was lashing Cornwall, sweeping up into the Irish Sea and howling all the way along the Welsh Coastline. At Teignmouth in Devon, the public were urged by the police to move away from the shoreline as pebbles measuring 4 x 3 inches were being thrown up onto the promenade! In Dawlish the train had to be diverted from the coast after twenty feet waves crashed over the tracks! Back at our spot and as predicted by the Welsh boys, the waves built as the tide dropped and Alfie was first out towards the point armed with a 3.7m GA Manic and Tabou Da Curve quad. One small matter the Welsh crew had conveniently failed to mention was in order for me to gain some photographic ‘equity’ I would need to hike about a mile and a half into the gale, across the pebbled shoreline and into muddy fields… ‘Lovely boyo’! For the next three hours the boys raked in the profits, with Alfie’s market predictions right on the money. Exactly as he forecast, it was head to logo high on the sweet spot of the tide and the only drawback was that it was way too windy for any proper quality waveriding. As the water dredged off the reef, the true potential of this spot was revealed and with waves pluming and peeling right down the point, I was now in the picture of why the boys like to keep a secure ‘patent’ on this particular point-break!”