The Day
Needless to say I woke up early and was ready to go, my son Blue sat on the end of the bed and informed my wife Annabel that this was likely to be the last morning she’d be sat up in bed with me as “Daddy is going to probably die surfing the Cribbar today!” Great here we go then.
I travelled up early and was a little anxious for my first glimpse of the north coast swell. My general experience is if 3’ is forecast it’ll be head high on the sets, so if it’s 10-14’ it should definitely be, well, really overhead!
I guessed as I was early to check out South Fistral from the road which allowed me to see the bay and the famous Headland Hotel and beyond to the point where the Cribbar would rear its head. No doubt Fistral was pumping and the Cribbar was breaking a very long way out to sea already. Ideal, and as it was miles away, through my binoculars it looked fairly do-able and not too windy. One guy was out surfing but I didn’t see him catch anything, so I turned around and drove over to the headland.
Driving down to the headland the road was already packed with parked cars and everyone was walking to the point to watch the firing waves from above. As I drove down I was delighted to see Pete Edkins (legendary Cornish wave charger) pulling his SUP out of the back of his van.
