We were first in the car park and after watching from the dunes for five minutes Timo was looking far more positive that we could be on for a decent session. Over towards St Ives, the grey clouds were starting to disperse with a hint of blue occasionally peaking through. A few solid gusts were starting to blow the tops off the sets which seemed to be building as the tide started to flood out. I carefully assembled all the camera gear I would possibly need to last the day, in full knowledge that the last time I was here the walk down to the beach is an absolute killer and even worse back up.
The first thirty minutes were kind of slow going but all of a sudden the wind, waves and sunshine all just cranked in and the conditions started to fire. From fickle, big board, plod out, 5.3m weather, the wind started to howl, while the sets simultaneously hit the golden slot at mid-tide, with long peeling walls and smack-able lips wedging up on the inside. With the skyline of St Ives providing an awesome backdrop and the lush Atlantic waves rearing up as long green lines up on the sandbar, Mexico’s was providing a picture postcard back drop for every single ride. Jamie was hot on Timo’s heals to hit the water and wasted no time dialling into the conditions, smashing out enormous airs and throwing heavy hits on every section possible.
