With so many pix from speed week I thought it better to save a few of the slalom ones for this blog, though as my wallet found out, taking them cost more than time. It rained almost every day in Tiree, something my camera couldn’t put up with and stopped working on the first day in Weymouth, by the last day time in the wettest rib ensured the other conked out.
£350 later and they’re back in full working order but the lack of a camera caused me to miss the best waves I’ve ever seen in Clacton. When I say miss, I mean that in a pictorial way, there was no way I could leave this lot crashing up the beach without getting wet.
Clacton doesn’t get waves, shallow banks twenty miles out to see ensure the swell doesn’t get through but every now and then the angle is just right to allow something to slip past the banks. Now I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, when this happens the winds bang on shore making the conditions spectacular to look at but hideous to ride, something my boy Reece was to find out.
The rock sea defences ensure you don’t have to battle the shore break but with the run across the bay being so short you need to keep pushing up wind to keep out of trouble, lets just say this was not quite as easy as Reece’s first two ventures into the waves, he ended battered and bruised (more ego than body) back on the beach. Guess it’s never to early for mother nature to teach us a lesson.
