The Easter bank holiday came with some great forecasts, promises of onshore winds of a decent strength mean that beach trips were planned for all 4 days of the break but sadly the weather man must have been looking at the wrong charts. Friday and Saturday both came and went and brought little wind with them. With Sunday looming the only thing that stopped me going mad was the further promise of good winds and even a bit of sun, surely they cant get it wrong for 3 days in a row.

I got up Sunday and shot down to the beach, rich had already phoned me to say he was there and it was blowing nicely so I decided to risk wasting the petrol and hope that he wasn’t winding me up and just getting me to meet him so he wasn’t soot on his own waiting for the wind to arrive.

As I got there I found rich fast asleep in his car, it had been a rough night for him on the pop and he was looking a bit worse for it so he offered to take some pictures of me instead of flying. Have a look at the pictures blue sky and sunshine and so much sweet wind to go with them a perfect day.