Yaverland six

Tuesday past saw the last swim of the year at Yaverland. With a bit of body surfing, not too clever as the waves were not quite right; they looked OK, but did not seem to have any power.

A windy day, with the north wind whipping the sand up over the beach, as illustrated. Not that that stopped our one and only confirmed naturist of the holiday, a middle aged male striding up the beach, towards the secluded north end.

Several kitesurfers out, one of whom managed to come a cropper in front of us, being dragged along the beach to ram his head into a breakwater with a very audible thud. No helmet. Followed by some very audible roaring. Fellow surfers and others attended, and after a while he quietened down and was able to sit up. In the end, walking wounded, but we hope that he went to the hospital to be checked out just the same.

Towards the end of the day we had rather an odd sky, with my more or less contemporaneous note saying furry, but I cannot now picture what I meant by the word. Maybe a smudged sort of mackerel sky? But there was certainly plenty of it and I needed my sunglasses even when the sun was not out. Sun hat not enough.