After such a long time of constant low's crossing the uk, it was almost a shock to see the forecast for dropping off to nothing. Ireland still had a couple of good days up it sleeve for Monday and Tuesday. It didn't take Finn Mullen long to persuade me to catch the Sunday flight to Belfast, apart form the wind, his mum's a wizard in the kitchen and not to be missed.

Monday was a real mix bag, big waves and high winds, just not in the same place. Looking out through the lens I was more than happy to be on the shore, the waves were huge and with nothing on the inside it looked more like a great place to get a thrashing.

While nature was teaching Finn a lesson, I was getting one of my own. I've been spoiled with great weather lately, not just wind but dry. I hadn't considered Irelands sunshine is normally wet so hadn't dressed for the part. The boat-show is just around the corner and I'll be looking to get suitably sorted up for next time.

We definitely got it right for Tuesday, Finn went out first thing with a 4.2, but was strait back in for a 3.7 and would have taken smaller if he had one. I got a few pix done and joined Finn. What a change not to be on flat water, got spanked by more than my fair share of waves, but finally started to get the feeling back. I'm never going to be a wave sailor no mater how much I enjoy it, but at least the 3S was at hand to stop me embarrassing my self, and there was me thinking I'd never need one.