Friday, 29 June 2012
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Got up for the early bird this morning, only to be let down by Carlos 'the sleeper'. Best intentions from the night before, were exposed as he slept through a nothing special swell. Fair enough really, but I just found this shot from a session last week, and remembered how atmospheric it is surfing in the early hours. I totally f^&\ing love surfing.
Monday, 25 June 2012
Fell in love with this image from Trent Mitchell - check his work out here.http://www.clubofthewaves.com/surf-photographer/trent-mitchell.php
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Monday, 18 June 2012
Saturday, 16 June 2012
This morning its cross on, gusty, wet and horrible. That said, the usual crew have headed for the beach, and I am heading in land away from the maelstrom. I took these shots of the lone Ed, waddling out back to get some solid rides in, late afternoon on Friday. What impressed me so much, was his raw tenacity just to sit there and keep pushing through large walls of water, just to get out back. I don't know if its my age, having three children or just too many responsibilities right now, but I was happy just to watch and appreciate the will of someone completely driven with their windsurfing.
Friday, 15 June 2012
Got up way too early this morning, in the hope that the forecast would deliver. It was certainly showing signs of promise, but I opted for more volume than my regular shortboard, and went straight to the mini simmons. Sets were often closing out, but was able to catch the odd peaking right and couldn't determine if the banks were working properly, or if it was me. It must be officially mid summer, as the drought/water bans have been lifted, its blowing a gale this weekend and the we seem locked in a cycle of forever autumn.
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Friday, 8 June 2012
Heard stories of the point working first thing this morning, but it was a work day, and my only option was a slightly longer lunch break. Paul arrived with a windometer and it looked like it was pushing a Force 8 so it was a straight call to the smallest sails in the quiver. Fully powered on a 4.0 and enough angle to edge out further and further into the big stuff, you still had to keep your wits as a massive groundswell pushed through. After an hour, I called time and headed back to the grind, and the rest of the crew ventured a little further down the road, to a somewhat secret point break. Judging by the texts, it sounded it like it was absolutely firing.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
It didn't matter if you were a republican or a monarchist, as the atmosphere in Abbotsham was all about sharing a great British tradition. Real ale was flowing, the BBQ seemingly fed hundreds, and a great village got together on hallowed ground over looking the cliffs that define them. By 10pm it was still just about light, and the Beacon was lit, whilst the folk band led the ceilidh. Apparently some 4200 were lit across the commonwealth yesterday, but as we sung the national anthem, and all celebrated in the beauty of a rural English village, a small but perfect left-hander pushed through in the background.
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Managed to finally get out on the single fin (home creation), and it is without doubt the smallest piece of foam I have ridden to date. It still managed to paddle pretty well, and the undersized fin, made it feel so loose, but still enough speed to go flying down the line. Hopefully get out again, but this time run the quad fin rounded pin (5'11 Seedhouse), for a bit more drive as the late afternoon starts to work closer to home.