Danni Aeberli called me from Switzerland, “what’s the forecast looking like, I’m coming over”. Actually the forecast looked reasonable all week, but some how changed every time I hooked onto the net it looked different. Everything was coming out of the north west which isn’t the best for home, but after I got the call from mini George and Hunty a trip to Cromer looked to be on the cards.

To be honest Danni’ trip wasn’t just about sailing. choco fins is Danni’s creation, I tested them out earlier this and found I could use a size smaller than the Tectonic Falcon. By the time we got to Namibia it seamed everyone wanted them, so I helped out on his website, and it was time for a bit of an update.

Can’t say the conditions were great, but one way or another we managed to get on the water every day this week. Friday showed the best promise; Hunty and Mini George were heading to Cromer in Norfolk, last time I went was over fifteen years ago, but then I vowed never to go again.

We were hearing so many good things about Cromer’s conditions we’d head up there when ever the wind was in the North, but hearing was all we experienced. Guess we hit double figures before vowing to never return, but then every spot deserves a second chance.

While everyone seams to mention Cromer, it was actually East Runton where everyone sails, we were just five miles away when we got the call “change to Mundesley, Runton is too onshore, It’ just a couple of miles south”. We arrived to a sea of white water, truthfully it’s more muddy brown than white, but all the same it pushed hard up against the sea defences.

Things must look different to the Swiss, even though we waited an hour being battered by the wind Danni still rigged a 5.0 and almost mocked me when I suggested 4.7. I stayed on the cliff to catch a few pix while Danni and Hunty tested the waters.

Being slight off shore it was fifty meters before they got hit by the full force of the wind, Danni didn’t stand a chance, even Hunty we getting flattened and he was on a 4.2. My 4.7 soon became a 4.2, but even then I was just holding it down on one the outside, yet struggled on the inside in the lee of the cliffs.

The next time I was caught in the rip before the wind line and ended up a mile down wind with a good walk back. Guess its was justice for dishing East Runton, the one time I didn’t give it a chance the wind would have been better on the inside.

Unfortunately that was it for us, Danni had to be back on the plane in the afternoon. I’m just wondering what it’ll take to get me beck there… no, can’t think of anything…