Desperate times

Seems the best we can do these days is get Northerly or North Easterly winds. We almost got up early and went to Westward Ho, which is usually good in that direction. But even that forecast went wrong. Rod had one of those arty strops moaning that we didn't make the day trip to Gwithian. Desperation forced Coxy, Gregg, Colin and myself to try out Swanage for the first time. It was pretty bloody cold really, out back there were some good lumps for forwards - the best bit was the pint in the Banks arms afterwards - gotta earn your Beer!