While I tried to delve deeper into what laid ahead all I could glean was that we’d be heading for Scarborough, which was rather apt as this was Britain’s first seaside resort and weathermen were predicting the outbreak of summer. Two days before the off I made a few phone calls and scoured the internet to better prepare ourselves. The upshot would extend our day trip into a long weekend that would leave us feeling like we could paddle in the clouds. While you could easily paddle the wake of our adventure I doubt you’ll be awoken in quite the same way. Reece and I had driven up the night before to stay with our hosts for the day, Graham Turner (better known as Gump) and Ben Hall from Juice Boardsports, only to find Wouter Arden had beaten us to the spare room leaving us to bunk down in the kids’ play room.
