Well done.
Neroli and I headed down to Hayling Island to meet up with some long lost London and Guildford based windsurfing friends. By the chance, we ended up in a queue just south of Salisbury, immediately behind Adrian who was en-route to Avon beach at the time.
Arrived at Hayling to find (Spring) High Tide crashing onto the sea defences with a dead onshore wind making a launch from our usual spot looking very difficult. We paused for lunch and then headed back to the (rather run down) "Inn on the Beach" which was were most of the windsurfing vans were. Shortly after we got out of the van, we were greeted by Sue Day - she had heading down early for a Simon Bornhoft social on the Sunday and was waiting for the tide to recede a bit before venturing out.
Impatience got the better of Neroli and I, so we rigged 4.6 and 5.2 on K-Bay custom and Acid 77 respectively and headed out do to battle with the shore dump. I went first and after pushing through a few breakers, managed to water start and wallow out beyond the impact area. Alas when I got there I didn't find any wind. I did a short leg out and back where I just got onto the plane before coming in so that Neroli could nick my kit while I rigged something bigger.
I rigged the 6.0 and headed back to battle on the 87 Kombat - same kit as my last two outings at Weston. This time was much better and managed to get out and get onto the plane, sufficient for Neroli to also battle her way out - She succeded on second attempt, the first was rather un-dignified and she has a suitably bruised forearm for her troubles.
Alas I managed to twinge my hamstring during a waterstart early in the session, so made frequent trips back in to encourage our friends out into the fray and also to rest it. Neroli on the other hand decided that once out, stay out, and proceeded to amaze my friends with a marathon session. In all she spent longer sailing that myself and all our friends put together with out coming in for a rest!
One of the trips in through the shore break delivered the final blow for my hamstring and I had to retire back to the van to lick my wounds. In the mean time, Sue decided that the tide had dropped sufficiently to make a launch worthwhile and she set off on a marathon session of her own - Sue finally came off the water around 6:45pm, having had to swap boards when a mystery hole appeared on the underside of her JP.
The photo below is of Neroli mid gybe, early in the session. We were lucky, rain on the way down but glourious sunshine all the time we were at Hayling. We eventually left at 8pm after an excellent day out. I love Hayling, just wish it was closer

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