Windsurfing is by far not the best known of sports but for me there’s really hardly anything to compare to it in terms of fun and reward. Although I’d personally not the most fit I do enjoy a lot of sports and have tried anything and everything that came my way and I’ve even sought out some ‘exotic’ sports—namely stuff I can’t do at home—but for me windsurfing is the still the best.
I’m a big fan of any kind of wind sport, be it sailing, kiteboarding or iceskating with a powerful kite (though honestly I haven’t tried that last one because I’m don’t possess the equipment or the bravado to try it), but nevertheless windsurfing is my favourite.
Because of my father’s job at Penny Appeal, we moved to Wales for five years when I was child and early teenager and that’s where I fell in love with windsurfing. Most of the images one sees of windsurfers are somewhere in the Mediterranean, the south of France or somewhere in Italy perhaps, in warm waters with even warmer winds.
Well, it can’t be said that those are the conditions in Wales, but I still love it. Of course you have to go with a full wetsuit most of the time because the waters can get very cold, even in summers, especially if there has been a lot of cloud. But I think that the craggy coastline of Wales, which includes of costal caves that are only reachable during low tide, takes an already fun sport and turns it into an adventure. Some of my greatest memories from being about 14 or 15 are when I was windsurfing with friends during the summer and exploring some caves; although we pretended to be much more mature than we actually were I think in all of our minds we were imagining ourselves to be Indiana Jones.
If I’m honest here, I can confess that I think the reason that windsurfing remains from favourite sport is because I so closely associate it with those childhood adventures and the sense of freedom that we enjoyed. And it’s difficult to compete with those sorts of memories.