A weekend full of incredible food, all the drinks, amazing music, sunshine, adventures in the woods, glitter, hula hooping and some pretty dodgy dancing!
Two Days Of Gold
Somehow I managed to time my days off perfectly to coincide with the arrival of the new swell!
As promised by the wave gods, the clean, offshore waves predicted were finally, and very kindly delivered to our doorstep. Those days spent surfing the mush in optimistic preparation of surfing a proper slice of swell well and truly paid off. What can I say... heading in whatever the weather, whatever the wave was damn good advice!
As promised by the wave gods, the clean, offshore waves predicted were finally, and very kindly delivered to our doorstep. Those days spent surfing the mush in optimistic preparation of surfing a proper slice of swell well and truly paid off. What can I say... heading in whatever the weather, whatever the wave was damn good advice!
Whatever The Weather // Whatever The Wave
"IF IN DOUBT... PADDLE OUT!"
This article may be a bit kooky, but I was hoping it might inspire some other learners to get out there no matter what! I was chatting to Clare in the car on our way back from a cold and windy surf at Fistral, about how much better it is to get out for a surf even when the conditions are not ideal, than to just sit at home, watching the webcam praying to the wave gods in the hope that it might get better! That shit is just boring... and it'll most likely drive you a little insane!
We starting talking about all the benefits of surfing in all sorts of conditions and it got me inspired to get out there even more, quit moaning about the mush and just go SURF! So I decided to write a little KOOKY post about why you should get out there WHATEVER THE WEATHER, WHATEVER THE WAVE... I hope you find it inspires you to get out there whenever you can, the benefits are endless...
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| Hmmm... Is it worth it? |
Birthday BBQ
This weekend the fog finally lifted and the sunshine finally graced the shores of Cornwall for a scorcher of a weekend, and how did we celebrate? With the only way we know how to celebrate the sun returning to us... with a BBQ of course!
On the Friday we headed down to the stunning south coast, to the quaint village of Boswinger where we all sat round on benches, munched on some delicious grub and cracked open the G&Ts, the beers and chatted the night away...
On the Friday we headed down to the stunning south coast, to the quaint village of Boswinger where we all sat round on benches, munched on some delicious grub and cracked open the G&Ts, the beers and chatted the night away...
Embracing Foggy Horizons
Down ere in Cornwall we got a bit caught out by this "Heatwave". We didn't actually get any of the 25 Degree sunshine predicted for the rest of the UK, which sucked big time! Instead, we were graced with a good 3 or 4 days worth of fog!
A Winter Escape // Return To The Slopes.
We woke the next morning, still tired but the excitement of what the day held in store for us, soon vanquished any feelings of tiredness. We washed and dressed in our thermals as quickly as possible and stumbled out of our creaky bedroom doors over to the lounge/dining area where the chalet hosts had laid a table of tea, croissant, jam, basically everything you could wish for for your first taste of a French mountain breakfast.
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| A Very Happy Matty At The Breakfast Table |
A Winter Escape // Journey To The Mountains
This was the first time in... 12 years (YIKES!) that I had been skiing.
Since moving to Cornwall the idea of escaping the Cornish winter to umm, colder climes, just hasn't really appealed to me that much. The thought of basking in tropical sunshine, frolicking in warm water and surfing clean, reeling waves appealed to my senses so much more.
Since moving to Cornwall the idea of escaping the Cornish winter to umm, colder climes, just hasn't really appealed to me that much. The thought of basking in tropical sunshine, frolicking in warm water and surfing clean, reeling waves appealed to my senses so much more.
Surfing // Messanges
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| Clean French Mornings |
Les Casernes
We woke in Les Casernes the next morning to the sound of the waves. The swell had well and truly kicked in and the waves were booming in. We cycled up to the beach to view it from the lookout point. There we saw 6ft bombs hoofing in, lining up the beach for miles. My legs felt a little jelly-like on seeing these thunderous beasts.
Waking Up In Biscarosse
The next morning we woke with the sunrise, albeit a bit of a cloudy one. I opened the van to the sight of the pine trees towering overhead.
The aire de camping was busy but there were only a few campers up and ready and taking their first sip of coffee in the dewy morning.
The aire de camping was busy but there were only a few campers up and ready and taking their first sip of coffee in the dewy morning.
