Off to Mauritius - the countdown

September already (where did the summer go?) and I could use a holiday. I did have a week in Sardinia back at the start of July but that seems a long time ago now.
But it's time to pack my bags for a Jem Hall clinic in Mauritius. As always, it seemed ages away when I booked it but now it's here and I'm not ready.

I did a clinic with Jem a few years ago in Prasonisi (Rhodes) and it was great fun, although I don't think I'd be classed as a star pupil. But that's ok with me. I've gone on holidays by myself many times and while it's ok, it can get a bit dull of an evening with nobody to talk to. There's always a nice group on a clinic and the daily coaching is miles better than just taking the odd lesson here and there. And at this stage I'm over the trauma of seeing myself on video :-)

So, what to pack? Don't think I'll be bringing my new harness (see below!) and I did have a hankering for a new pair of neoprene shorts but I think I'll have to wait till next year as the shops don't seem to have any in stock at the moment. I've been tracking the weather on the Club Mistral site and it's looking a bit mixed - eeek! But it's gotta be better than here - dull, grey and pouring with rain at the moment.

My New Harness

It arrived today, yippee! Well, actually it arrived yesterday but due to a spot of muppetry by the supplier it was sent to my home address instead of my work address so of course there was nobody home. My old NP harness was ok, but I've never been entirely happy with the fit. The neoprene at the front just seemed to come up too high and sometimes wouldn't stay where it should, particularly in strong winds.

Now all I need is some wind, to try it out...

[EDIT] Hah! I spoke too soon. When I got home and took it out of its box... they've sent it out with a kite bar! One phone call later, I'm assured that the correct bar will be winging its way to me asap. And I suppose, if I ever want to go over to the dark side I'm well sorted in the harness department.

[EDIT again] One week later and still no sign of the bar! Called 'em up again and, guess what, no record of my previous call. MUPPETS! So went through the whole story again and, again, they assure me the bar will be with me in a couple of days. The whole reason I'm trying to buy a new harness right now is that I'm going on hols next week. Looks like I'll be bringing the old one after all.

I've always been keen on the idea of buying from local shops rather than over the internet. Unless either it's something you can't get locally or the price difference is significant. Now I'm even keener. Although I did try to buy the harness locally, maybe I didn't try hard enough.

[And fiiinnnnnaaallllyyy] It arrived at last. The day before I go on holidays, and just as well I was at home when the postman called. So I'll be using it in Mauritius after all.

Into the West

Off to Mayo for the weekend, for a WOWI 'introduction to waves' weekend with instructor Noelle Doran. We stayed in Westport, at The Harbour Mill apartments. Of course, I had planned to be all organised so I could set off earlyish direct from work but that didn't happen. But the traffic wasn't too bad so I got to Westport about 9. I was first to arrive, so I checked out the accommodation. Not bad at all - we even had a washing machine and dishwasher. Not to mention the on-site steam room and jacuzzi to soothe those aching muscles.

Two of my partners in crime arrived soon after, and we went for a bite to eat in a Chinese restaurant where we were soon joined by two more. We weren't up for a big night, so we headed back to the apartment for a glass or two of wine and an early night. The forecast looked very promising, with moderate to fresh winds for Saturday and getting a bit stronger for Sunday.

Hah! Never trust the weather forecast. Saturday morning was quite sunny, but only a gentle breeze in Westport. Maybe it would be better on the beach (Cross Strand), we reasoned as we set off. Well, it wasn't really but it was still early so we had a theory session while we waited. Noelle had lots of great tips for us about getting started in the waves. She also had some great points about how we women have slightly different requirements from our kit, which is generally designed for men who are taller and heavier than us. Hmmm, taller maybe but I'd rather not think too much about the weight thing... too depressing by far.

After a spot of lunch it was time to get on the water. I rigged my new 6.8, which had never been used before. The wind still wasn't up to much, although thankfully the waves were small and friendly. Cross Strand is a beautiful spot, with lovely scenery and clean clear water. Depending on conditions, it can apparently be very challenging so we were lucky with the waves if not the wind.

Well, I can safely say it was one of the worst days I've had in ages. Not enough wind to plane or waterstart, but enough movement in the water to make uphauling and tacking really difficult. So I spent most of my time wallowing in the water, drifting downwind at a steady pace. I eventually gave up, wobbled in and did the walk of shame back up the beach. Sigh, this can be such a frustrating sport. I think I need a new mast and I definitely need a new boom, but I can't complain as my boom is ancient.

Anyhow, back to the apartment for food, drink and excellent chat. It was worth the trip for that alone. Plans were laid for a possible trip to Donegal in November. Sounds chilly, but very tempting.

Sunday looked a little better as we set off, and much better when we arrived at the beach. I hesitated between 5.5 and 6, but went for 5.5 in the end. No uphauling required this time. The waves were still small and friendly with sets of 3, perfect for learning. It seemed to me that every time I came towards the beach to catch a wave my timing was perfect - perfectly wrong, that is! I always seemed to be just before or just after a set, but I did notice definite unexplained acceleration from time to time so maybe I was doing better than I thought. Either way, I didn't care - I was having too much fun to care. All the frustration of Saturday was forgotten. Windsurfing! What's not to like?

Northern Exposure

Haven't been out much in a while, to put it mildly. In fact, the last time I sailed was on hols in Sardinia back in July. Which was very nice, as it happens. But time moves on and my gear has been gathering ever more dust. So, before it all became completely obsolete, it was time to take the plunge once again.

I generally sail in Malahide, which has its advantages in that it's safe and works in most wind directions. But it's unpleasantly sludgy underfoot and anyway I'm supposed to be thinking about waves, so I really should be getting out more in the sea.

Saturday looked like there might be wind, but for some reason I just wasn't really keen so I opted for a spot of retail therapy. Didn't buy much, just a few books, but a nice lazy day to gather my energy. Saturday evening I got a text from S about a possible trip to Carlingford if I was interested. More details to follow on Sunday morning. I've never sailed there, but I've heard great things, so it sounded like a plan.

Next morning, the venue had changed to a place called Gyles' Quay, between Dundalk and Carlingford. I loaded up the car and set off. Found the place no bother and checked out the sailing area. There were a few very friendly local sailors on the beach, the sun was shining and the wind looked very promising. I chose my weapon - 4.7 - and off I went.

Oh dear, didn't seem like a great choice. The wind seemed to have dropped to just enough to get going but not planing (although that might not be entirely unconnected to my poor technique). And waterstarting involved waiting patiently for a gust as I drifted off downwind past the jetty and towards some rocks. I had decided to go in and get something bigger, it was just a matter of tacking back to the beach. Which was taking some time...

Then, suddenly, the wind kicked in. Woo hoo! One minute I was slogging along barely moving, next thing I was planing happily in the straps. And waterstarting easily - a small sail is so much easier to lift. Brilliant! I stayed out for about an hour before I decided I was getting a little bit tired. As it happened, the wind seemed to drop off a bit after I came in. Still good, but maybe not quite 4.7 good.

Drove home with smile glued on face. It's a bit of a trek from South Dublin, but well worth the journey. Quite a pleasant drive, even, as it's nearly all motorway. I'll be back.

Gotta Start Somewhere...

Well, I've been thinking about starting a windsurfing blog for a while but somehow never quite got round to it. So finally I got bored enough one day to make a start. And here it is.

My vague plan for the blog is that it will mainly be about my windsurfing - some of which I do on holidays in exotic locations, some at home in Ireland - and maybe some other stuff which takes my interest. We'll see how it develops.