Back in the Saddle...

Yours truly on a from a Uni publicity shoot thing a couple of weeks back...

A weeks not a long a time to be out of the water but it had felt like ages since I had last been surfing. Maybe it was because my last session was far from great or that the lads had been out almost daily whilst I'd been busy or away but I was feeling more than a bit rusty and apprehensive, especially as I was heading out to surf some small, pretty rubbish looking lefts. Fortunately I stuck it out, pulled on the suit and actually managed to find a few pretty long cruisey rides. And as I walked back up the beach studying the shadow of my board cast by the moonlight I realised some of the stoke had bee rekindled...

Nothing ventured, Nothing gained...

There wasn't much a doing locally Saturday morning so Aaron, Steveo and myself decided to put the boards up top and hit the road.

Some unexpected weather caught a few off guard...
The few behind the windscreen and between the hedges

After checking a couple of beachbreaks which were clean but tiny we stayed on the flats hoping something was a doing

Rocky Right

but Aaron unimpressed...

Back on the road

and a North-west left nearly but not quite doing its thing

With time running out and not a wave surfed we again hit the road with the thought of a certain spot in mind. A view of the pigs back en route...

Stiff offshores, a set of small but clean lines, sunshine and crystal blue water was enough to set the boys hearts racing and Aaron's legs running over one last dune...

The gold over the hill. Far from macking but after a day of driving it was more than worth getting in for, especially Steve who was buzzing to be surfing (and ripping!) a wedging left again no matter how small...

The locals wishing us good Baaaaaaaye!