Oh well. Another chance passes by, but glad we had a go.
Angle not too bad but still 10 degrees off ideal.
Huge standing waves from the tide rushing in made it super dangerous.
30-40 knots of wind was good fun!

Had a few run attempts and that was it.
As I was walking back aftere the last run attempt:
....I was caught in the middle of a raging debate between 'young, gung-ho' me and 'old- wiser' me.
Young: There is a 40 there if you just bottle up. Need to do another one and DO IT!
Old: Yeah, but what's the point. I will still only have 4 runs and if I crash, which is highly likely, it will be nasty.
Young: Get serious old codger. A 40 is a 40!
Old: Yeah but so what? Pleanty of safer ways to get a 40, and plently of other oppurtunities. Besides, Kato is walking back and it's getting dark.
Young: But there is still time and the water is flatter now, and the wind has almost certainly come around another 5 degrees. You know it's there...
Old: Nah, stuff it. There is no point risking hurting myself. Nothing to prove. I'm out'a here.
Young: Pussy!
etc, etc.
I must say that, now I am half asleep in front of the fire, I am happy older and wiser prevailed. But is
was fun!