Had I written this on Friday it would have been all about the forecast that never was. My search for wind soon turned into a search for shelter as the heavens opened, and when the wind did win through the light was fading and making pictures all but impossible. Saturday was something different, it was howling. Normally I’d say you couldn’t want more than a day on a 4.7.
Today less was more, I’d have been happy to drop another meter, and I still would have been over powered. All the promised wind had arrived at one moment and I couldn’t even sheet my 4.7 in, I was handing on right from the moment I touched the water to the time I came off.
This was one of those days where the enjoyment came from being there and surviving the conditions rather than the riding or jumping. That said I couldn’t believe how many were up for taking on the conditions and once they’d had their fill it was time to sit back and watch others go through their pain.
I’m not sure how to read the coming forecast, but it looks like were in for more of the same, this time I don’t want to be caught out so I’m off to get myself a 4.2
