SURF’S UP
When Mark Mulholland, the European importer of Malibu boats, first rang to suggest I have a go at wakesurfing I can’t pretend I was wildly enthusiastic about the idea. I enjoy my watersports as much as anyone but I also know my limitations. I’m a reasonably competent windsurfer and waterskier, having spent countless hours as a teenager floundering around in Poole harbour trying to master them, but learning new skills doesn’t come easily to me these days. I’m 51, I’ve suffered more than my fair share of slipped discs and ruptured tendons, and my brain’s capacity to absorb new skillsets feels worryingly close to the limit. A few years back I made the mistake of trying to take up kite surfing and after several hours being dragged across the mud behind an airborne duvet, I chucked it in and went back to windsurfing.
Mark, however, wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily. He assured me that not only was it relatively easy to get going but it was also a low impact
