Wet clumps of sand are hurled up and hits him. Water splashes all around as if they were parting the waves. All he can do is try to clasp his hands in front of the horse's neck. With the wet and the cold, his fingers keep losing their grip, but he compensates as best he can, flattening himself against the wind.
It's wild and insane, this, and his heart beats fast against the muscular neck.