Photos by Joe Cockle, words by Steve King
While many of the jobless, trustfunder pros abandoned our british coastline in search of icy cold savanhas and the odd glimpse of bulging italian tangas(male), the true hardcore of British wavesailing heldfast to their roots and have been rewarded with the best autumn since autumns began again last year.
Britain fired from a windsurfers point of view all Autumn. One magical golden strip of coastline, often talked about in whispers as the "shire" has had more than it's share of amazing conditions over the last two months.
Only a few hours from the majority of the UK, the "shire" is luckily guarded by gigantic trolls who will take vengance on any kooks bringing their South Coast chop hopping antics into the Shire.
This really is a land where rails are tested to their fullest, bottom turns are drawn like smooth lines across silk sheets of clear blue water on the heaviest of Atlantic swells. Shoulder soldiering groove riders are despatched from the cliffs with burning tar tip arrows of death by the watchfull cave dwelling elf guardians.
Luckily for your readers one of the chief guardian elfs has documented the extreme conditions faced by the mighty few and brought these to life with his magical picture machine. Look on in disbelief at the scenes of autumnal battle between man and the elements. Till the next autumn of all time next year. Right on!!
