I looked at the weather report last night. South-west wind, 25-45 km/h. Crap. And I was going surfing. I am officially mad at summer. It’s 15 degrees and howling onshore. Where is the 40 degree weather and offshore wind?
I arrived at my break at sunrise. Oooh, pretty. But the waves weren’t so pretty. They weren’t even waves. It was chop. As expected.
I made the treacherous trek down the stairs (the wind trying to catapult my board into the air) and paddled straight out. The water was like a heaving and churning whirlpool. White-water was all that was on offer. Wow my surfing is progressing so much – not.
After I caught one wave, my ear started hurting. (I still have sinus issues.) The onshore wind was so cold that it was giving me an earache after ten minutes. I grit my teeth and resolved to catch five. By wave three, I was clutching my ear and accepting the fact that it was no good. I gave up. Half an hour surf is, however, better than no surf!