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Thanks to my training under the jet of cold water, vigorously held by the lady of Carnac Thalasso, it comes to hurt a little when the hailstones start to crash into my skull (I didn’t forget to take my slippers, but did forget hood and gloves. Too bad !)
A little in survival mode, the kite skims the water, my head is wrapped in my arm, the water smokes and lots of swearwords from the end of the world come out of my mouth.
Alone, I wait a good ten minutes.
I started to have a beautiful cone of ice on my head when finally the wind chased away the “black refrigerator”.
And then revival! “The beginning of the world! ” The sun comes out. I’m alone on the spot during a few minutes. Hurry up guys, this is going to be good ! Thierry, as always ready, his nose hidden behind his 600mm (large objective), has also resisted the hail. Man of experience, he knows that after the squall, the light is often incredible.