after we walked 1000 m through the muck and crossing banks of oysters, mussels and shells, and another 4 km of sailing and body dragging to get out to the curve, Steve, Dirk and I met with the others and saw that the wind had already switched west and the runs where too square. On top of that the tide didn't really drop all the way cause of the west wind on the north sea, so keeping the water way choppy most the time. Other then that it was still great fun, this is what windsurfing's about, adventure! thanks guys for sharing the stoke and thanks Serge for borrowing me your C3 venom wide base.