Andy King had time off the beat, and he reckoned instead of going to Gwithian because the swell was too SW we should go too Perrenporth, which will generally be bigger than Gwithian and pick up as the day progresses. The plan was too meet at Perran Sands car park.
Now when I think of Perren Sands, I think of a lung busting F**& off big sand dune. I've surfed there a few times and I guarantee the last thing you want when you have used your last ounce of energy on the water is a sand dune the size of texas to lug your board up. Even worse with windsurfing kit. Still it was clearly the best option.
Everyone was way to maxed on 5.3's, but the prospect of going up the hill was too much. But then literally it was impossible to hold on too a 5.3, so we had to change. The 4.7 was equally overpowering, and now the waves were picking up even more. I hit so many late lips and sapped my energy on lots of swims. Great fun, I was proper fooked, and getting up that hill, well that was a memory I want to block out in the back of mind for a long time.
The pictures are not the greatest. They basically involved having a bag on the beach, with the camera in and a few moments here and there to come in and take some shots. Still gotta feed the blog!!