It was a short window of strong wind, from 12 midday to about 1.00pm.
As we launched, the sun shone, the sea was blue and the wind blew a full F5. Andy was overpowered on 5.7, that's how windy it was. Myself, Gavin and T-Dog hung on to 5.5 and Ray 5.8m. It was the usual script: screaming reaches through teeth-shaking chop on the way out, followed by smooth blasts back to the beach and some lovely long powered gybes on the flat water on the inside.
As the tide came in, the wind turned more westerly, lost some strength and got gustier. Then it was game over when a cloud front switched off the sun and brought rain with it. It lifted at about 4pm and the white caps returned, but by then we'd packed up ready to go.
A very nice session albeit rudely curtailed just as I was getting into it.
By the way, Nico arrived for the last few minutes but as always was smiling as he packed up. Steve C pulled up just after it had all disappeared and left looking justifiably peeved.