With Liz away for the weekend I had no chance of getting out on the water. However a plan hatched over a couple of pints of Guinness after watching Santa 'Sleigh' through Christchurch with the kiddies. We would go have a picnic lunch at the grandparents beach hut on mudeford sandspit (which overlooks) Avon beach. I thought I might take my wetsuit and 4.0 black tip (just in case).

Well it was bloody windy. I think the grand parents could see that Will and myself were chomping at the bit to get out. Luckily I kept my generation 1 simmer flywave under the hut. The wind was bolt offshore (so side shore at Avon) and there was a peaky medium size wave peeling perpendicular to the sand spit. It was so incredibly windy that being bolt offshore didn't matter at all, launching I headed square into a wave that just started breaking over Clarendon rocks, and too my complete surprise rode it too the exit off the run. Even fitting in two mini aerials! The bonus session was on! I took a couple of waves to Avon but it was bloody windy there. I struggled to hold onto the top turn.