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The sea always dictates the play and this day especially had the upper hand, but I was thankful to have been dealt a few fortunate cards and returned to land with a board and body still intact, happily drunk from a sweet brine infusion. A young American tourist and his girlfriend snapped shots of the angry sea in the car park. He asked where he could surf in a half-hearted way, knowing already the wind had killed his enthusiasm. I couldn’t think of a good answer, I mean wasn’t it obvious what he needed to do? He was happy anyway, he had some shots to insty’, get a ‘like’ fix and any deeper enquiries with me would only lead him to the conclusion I already knew and the answer he didn’t want to hear – go windsurfing!
