Having sat around all summer with a whole bunch of no wind days, it was time to head off to France and visit one of my mates, Neil, who lived within easy reach of a plethora of beaches. The tides were low, the coefficients were low, the ferry was booked - all we needed was some sun and wind!We arrived at Neils' at 2:30 in the morning, so a quick bevy and off to bed. Friday morning looked glorious in the countryside and the wind generators were slowly moving. Off we went to try a few West facing beaches and ended up at Saint Cecile Plage, north of Le Touquet. The wind was light and so out came the 10.5m Bora II. Mike went for 11.0m Century and Jim the 10m Bora I. Progress was middling, but we had some fun bombing to the water and back to the dunes. Miles covered were few and I believe Mike claimed top speed of the day (I'm sure his GPS was running in the van!).
Friday night was spent in the pub watching France getting stuffed by the Argies! Neil downed 3 bottles of wine and suggested we take the caravan and park outside a disco!! Needless to say the more mature of us, said "perhaps tomorrow".
Saturday was an offshore wind day and it had picked up a bit. This allowed us to travel parallel to the sea, so more space for cruising. No one else was on the beach, most of the sand was hard and once the rivers were avoided, we had the rest of the afternoon for chilling out. Jim and I managed to get to the estuary at le Touquet (pictured), while Michael couldn't handle it with his kite! You need some proper kit, matey!! Not a particularly good day for mileage, but very enjoyable just being out in the sun and cruising the beautiful scenery.
Saturday night was spent in the same pub watching England getting mashed by South Africa, so we headed home ready for an early start back on Sunday morning. The wind was non existant on Sunday, we made an earlier ferry and got back home middle of the afternoon for the final Grand Prix. That was rubbish aswell!
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