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Perfect Summer

13/06/2011

What happened to our British weather, not only has the memory of that windless winter been blown away but this run of wind has included the weekends ensuring everyone gets their fair share. That said, I’ll confess to chasing around the country to ensure I get a little more than I possibly deserve and Shoreham and Worthing didn’t disappoint for the mid week session, at least it ensured I was relaxed and ready for Rutland.

While I’m happy to dream about full powered 5m days in summer I wouldn’t expect it to come to reality, yet this week started and ended with me hanging onto a 5m. Shoreham and Worthing have always been an easy south coast escape, you know you’ll never be alone and with each spot working at different states of tide a good time seems guaranteed.

Simon Crowther says I’m the most tortured photographer; I love taking pix but hate being behind the lens. Getting out on the water still takes first priority which will explain the lack of Shoreham pictures, even those from Worthing came from a quick fifteen minutes standing on the beach before taking to the water for the second session of the day.

The weekend stated out on the smoother waters of Rutland, not that it was anyway quieter with over a hundred and fifty competitors on the water. This is the third year I’ve had it to the Rutland marathon and while I share the passion of those who enter, the stars of the show are the kids. Some seem hardly big enough to hold up the rig yet they’re throwing them selves’ at it as much as any of the seasoned pro’s.

Sunday was a home day, well almost. With the tide out for most of the day we had to wait until evening to get the best of the conditions. I wish I’d stayed ashore for a moment to grab a picture or two, this was Clacton at its best and that’s something that only happens one year in ten.

I’m not saying everyone should be heading our way as even on its day it doesn’t compare well with many beaches an hour away to the north or south but catching you’re home ground on its perfect day with you’re mates just can’t be beaten.

 

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