The hours passed while we waited for the wind to switch. The clock was ticking, the surf was pumping but still the wind was looking fickle on the inside. This was frustration of the highest order. Sure the setup was looking all-time, but could we afford to sit the whole day out on a whim while reports were already coming back that Newgale was looking bigger and sailable? By Midday we had to make a call one way or another and reluctantly left Jim and the crew to hang on at their spot while we headed back round the coast, hoping to score a sail on our way home. From spirits being at an all-time high in the morning we had sunk down into the depths of despair. When we hit Newgale it seemed like the wind was way more cross-shore than the previous day. This was worrying and left us thinking that maybe it had just switched and the boys were ‘having-it’ back where we had just come from?