On the water, August and July are the same month. The south-west monsoon is still blowing offshore, the Indian Ocean is still producing, and the points from Pottuvil down to Peanut Farm are running day after day.
August carries a number, and it deserves to be read properly rather than quoted. At Peanut Farm, count on three days out of seven worth paddling out for. Fifty-nine days in a hundred come in too small and six get wrecked by wind. Twenty minutes up the same road, Pottuvil Point comes up clean in ninety per cent of August. That is six days in seven, and it is more than the south coast manages at its own best in January. Same swell, same wind, same morning, and what separates the two is how much swell each one needs to stand up. On this coast that spread is wider than the gap between the seasons: the break you drive to decides your week more than the month you booked.
What follows from the ratio is how you build the week. Four points across twelve kilometres, a tuk-tuk as part of the trip, and a habit of checking two before committing to one. Elephant Rock, the furthest, is a right-hand point that will carry a beginner and stays empty in the middle of the season, because almost nobody goes past the first.
Five coasts are at their own peak in August and Sri Lanka is the only one above `fair` for somebody learning. Nicaragua and Costa Rica are both warmer at 29°C and both rate poor for a beginner; South Africa is poor and cold with it. August is the clearest case in the year of a month where most of the world at its best has nothing to offer a first-timer, and this island does. It is also when Arugam Bay is fullest, because it lands inside the European holidays and the town is small.

