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After the desperate June - hot, sweaty and windless - I, like most UK windsurfers, was suffering from serious withdrawal symptoms - windsurfing is an addiction after all - and there could be worse addictions… At least this is how I rationalise spending endless hours scouring weather forecasts and driving hundreds of miles to wherever might be windy when I get a day free...The spectacular winter which produced good wave sessions every week had become the norm for me and the lack of wind in June seemed like the beginning of some sort of cruel summer revenge.By mid June l was prepared to do anything to get a wind fix. So it didn't take much persuasion for my windsurfing friend Harry persuade me to go back to Moulay in Morocco at the beginning of July with him and Richard. July conditions there tend to be ballistically windy but without much ground swell, so we were expecting a week of manic jumping on small sails. As it turned out the first atlantic tropical storm of the season was pushing its way up the eastern seaboard throwing out a moderate swell giving us excellent wave conditions all week. With waves ranging from chest high to solid half mast. Just as the swell was atypical for the week so was the wind: And after the third day the crazy desert wind that rips through Moulay fishing village simply turned off leaving us with gloomy fog for a day and then sunny but calm conditions for the remainder of the week.

Moulay reef shimmering in 35knots of wind

Harry goes round

Richard

Harry heads out

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Harry heads out through the white water

Nevertheless the three days sailing that we did get were in near perfect conditions and we managed three two hour sessions a day only resting in the mid afternoon when the wind peaked at about 40 kn.