Some of the waves looked ok, but most of the time they were jacking up very unpredictable and often could not decide which way to break. The locals obviously knew how to read the wobbling good enough to be in position to catch the few gems but mostly it was just a hasty last second take-off followed by a short rideable shoulder. Not exactly the way I like it.
So, I walked back to the beach promenade, where waves were breaking a bit more organized. But only on first sight. I soon realized that the most appropriate – and in fact only worthwhile - wave broke right in front of a concrete grouser with the take-off about two meters in front of it. That was close, too close as I soon realized as a local smashed his board on the concrete block during one failed take-off.
I decided to call it a day, surf-wise and rather spend some time with my family and drove back to the house. As the weather was fine again, we later drove to L'Escalet and had a walk along the beautiful coast there.
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