Sunday, the 13th of August, 2006.

It started out a weird kind of day, I didn't manage to wake Dan by banging on his door, so when he got to Hayle 3 minutes after I got there he was a bit shitty with me. Sorry man. You were sparked right out (or deaf).

Then I saw the bloke who tried to kill me with his kite on Saturday, so I spent a couple of minutes shouting at him. He managed to put rope burns in my wetsuit, tear my elbow half off and take a chunk out of my bar - I was not best please with him.

Then a few hours later, the tide was getting to that sweet spot, the wind had picked up and people were starting to get out, leaving plenty of space for us.

Me, Dan, Alex and the Kirbys were launching some nice jumps. We had a couple of close calls, I nearly landed on Alex's head, ha! How we laughed about it later. It was scary at the time, I looked down and did all that complex mental math: I'm going up, then across then down, the kite is pulling me here, soon it'll pull me over there. I look down and see Alex burning along, right into the spot I was planning on landing. Doh.

Later Dan boosted a massive air. He was up there, and I was down on the water looking up. As he landed he'd swung under his kite a bit and the lines went slack, then his kite fell into the window and powered right up. Quickly. Dan supermaned out of the water, then poof! His equipment exploded.

I turns out that the power line tore through his depower strap. Impressive. They are designed to hold, like, seven times a persons weight. Hm, that's like 15 stone x 7 = 105 stone of power? Nah, that can't be right.

Anyway, that was Dans session over, so he took some photo's of me: