Day before yesterday, wind picks up in the evening, like about an hour before dark, nice side-off scirocco or so the swaying trees I can see from home say.
Off I tuck down to the beach with me kite on me back and me board under me arm.
When I get there it's horribly gusty but wtf, I've less than an hour till dark and the wind is up. Pump up the kite and launch, 16m pulls like fuck in the gusts, 12m would have been better, but I pull down the trim all the way and off I go, blasting upwind and pop a bloody long jump, must've caught a gust as I was going up, land pretty well, do it again, loose me board, no sweat, start to bodydrag upwind with the wind getting lullier all the time.
Until now it was a pretty overpowered but fun evening, if somewhat stormy and getting darker all the time.
I'm about halfway to the board when the kite cops a lull and hits the drink, shit, relaunch, as kite is flkying off the water it cops another lull and falls slowly back into the drink, twisting into a horrible shape, half inside out and half the right way round, I try pulling leaders to stear the kite to shore, no dice it is just too messed up. Right, wind the lines onto the bar, I then discover that in all the fun I've busted a winder, right forget that, pull down a line to the kite to see if I can sort it out, in the meantime the wind is turning side, side off and I can't go anywhere except straight downwind, more or less parallel to the shore about 300 m away.
Get to the kite, try flipping it, it flips but still complertely buggered and twisted into a horrible mess. OK, keep hold of one tip and swim it in. Suddennly the lines go taught and I stop floating downwind. I look back and see the bar caught on a bouy, as the leash is still attached to my harness there is no way the kite can fly and it is just a twisted mess anyway but what am I gonna do now, if I detach one side of the kite the lines will pull all the way round the bouy and maybe catch worse.
Fuck, pull back down the line to the bar, pull the line off the bouy and start floating merrily downwind again, it was pretty dark and stormy by now, but at least the wind was back to side-off and I was getting closer to shore, start swimming back down the line to the kite with the lines swirling round me legs.
About half way down the line in what has now become a stormy night out, I drift past the other guys on the beach packing up in the dark, with one lone kiter still jumpin in front of me, I stiffle a cry of "Help me you bastards", grit me teeth and keep pulling down the line.
After about 1 km, I finally manage to touch the bottom and start walkin in.
Even on shore the kite won't untwist until I deflate the leading edge and the lines on the bar look like spaghetti on a fork.
Me mate who was doing the jumping in front of me was the last one out and has brought me board back and if my kite ever gets screwed like that again I'm definately gonna wind up the lines before swimming to it, winder or no.
All in all it was quite an evening.
Can't wait to get back out there.
After that the walk back home in the dark was actually quite relaxing.