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Just realised I didnt explain the title of the last blog. This morning the sea was as Manuel put it "rude". It didnt give me any rest between its insistent and strong waves. This meant that my tired arms and bruised body found it hard to stay afloat. On the last wave I was dragged under water for some time hit over the head with my board and bashed on the rocks. I therefore emerged coughing spluttering and looking very miserable. Manuel announced at this point that it was time to get out anyway. For the rest of the morning my rushing about was not aided by my throbbing head, bruised hips and the water that continued to run from my nose like a tap. Wow what a lovely picture I paint of myself! I never was good in the morning!