Due to the switch in swell direction, the summer causes a major southward migration. It's a gamble, as you never know how the wind in going to funnel through the valley and despite setting my alarm for 5:30am to miss the morning wind.......
......this is what I found. Which leaves no choice but to push on another and see if Launiopoko or Woody's is any friendlier and calmer.
Result! The wind was no where in sight and the beating sun was held at bay by a fat veil of cloud. The waves at Woody's were perfect for me, shoulder height, not too steep or fast, clean as a whistle and plenty of them. Three hours later I was done and happier than happy with one of my best SUP sessions yet tucked away in my memory bank.
As luck would have it, dinner was being served at the local mansion.
D.D.D.D..Danny showed up with his version of 'catch of the day', but no one could be arsed to gut it, so fishy got carted around with Daniel for a beer at Flatbread and then home for an early night.
Early night because Danny's cafe was our gathering place for the game. Nothing like eating your bacon and eggs with mates and feeling the pain of loss together.
Ahhhhh well, the palm trees are still swaying.....
And the sun rays are still raying.....and that damn statistic of England winning the 1966 World Cup will still be the one they dust off and trot out as our finest hour now that the 2012 European Cup is yet another disappointing fact atop all the others since then. I love the start of this clip....it's from 2007, but it's still apropo today.