Once again, I return to the blog after a hefty absence. Life and work (sadly), it seems, leave little time for online musings. I really want to get back into windsurfing more seriously and it aint easy when you’re forty-something with kids-n-all. Weekends get booked up on stuff that isn’t windsurfing and before you know it, another year has gone by!
So I mentioned to D that with enough days holiday in hand this year, I might be able to escape for a week to the Canary Islands or summat like that great Dahab trip I did with Otherphil. Well, that elicited one of those LOOKS! If you’re married, you’ll know what I mean. So I backpeddaled a little and threw in the possibility of a long weekend near Hayle / Gwithians / Marazion and that seems to have met with approval. Great! The only problem now is who to go with.
Otherphil is the only guy I know socially or in the workplace who is even remotely committed to windsurfing and has any talent. The sport seems to have been killed off amongst my peers (if indeed it ever got going). Perhaps the baby years did that. After all, I went without for nearly 8 years (and went without lots of the other too). Whatever the truth is, I seem to be able to dredge up only two other names from my distant past, DT and PP. At least DT and I went to El Yaque four years ago so we have recent history in the rinse. Last time I saw and windsurfed with PP must be gettin’ on for 20 years ago! Shit man. Norman-bloody-no-mates!
Is anyone in Sussex managing a success rate of between 30% and 70% on carve gybes off the south coast and needing a windsurfing buddy or buddies? Get in touch if you’re in need of a trip to Cornwall in the bleakness of October when only real men venture out into the maw of Gwithians.