A double century of posts is reached and the news is mixed.
Parky came, saw, liked but went away on Sunday morning without a surf to remember. It had promised much from the forecasts all week, and looked as if it would deliver as we suited up overlooking Gwithian around 4pm on Saturday.
The tide had turned an hour or so before and there looked to be some waves to be had judging by the clean lines fanned by an offshore breeze. If we knew anything by now, it must surely get only better as time passed.
Parky grabbed a couple of subdued rides before I broke my duck and from thereon it appeared to only back off almost completely barring one short spell. Rides were had but they lacked any real satisfying substance with only one or two relative exceptions during that spell.
Twas disappointing overall but we made up for it with a fine lasagne supper and a glass or two of red into the night back at base camp.
Today (Monday) I have to bide my time before heading over to the National Seal Sanctuary at Gweek for an assessment for a post there. Fingers x'd please.