Tuesday, 4th
September, 2012
Brandon Bay, Kerry
What a difference a day makes. The swell’s picked up and the
wind is better. The sun is shining too.
I’ve been looking at the
waves all morning wondering if it will get better than the 2’ showing. I’m just
going to have to go in because soon the tide will be on the push and it’ll
probably be the reverse of what I have been looking at.
As I walked out over the
shallow spit of sand I felt apprehensive. The water was cold and clear; a flatfish
scuttled off as my feet slid over the sand. As I got deeper dark brown flecks
began to appear and my thoughts switched to the spiny urchins of Lagide. Confident
that it was just seaweed and rocks I kept shuffling out over the breaking
waves.
Eventually I had paddled out
to the back and sat waiting for a left hander to peel over the sand bar. Nerves
made my stomach tingle. I was sat quite far out to sea on my own in a new and
exotic place. Conscious of rips and the wind I kept my bearings and took stock.
I knew I was safe because I was in a beach break but thoughts of Orcas and
watching the boil-ups reinforced my apprehension.
My nerves soon ebbed as I got
to ride a few waves. 2 to 3 foot left-handers peeled along and my Irish fantasy
began to be fulfilled.
The surf was far from classic
but for today it was perfect.
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Copyright Mark King 2012
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