But the reward? Perfect overhead glass
Amidst all the stories of oversalted roads, burst pipes and sliding dogs over the last few days there’ve still been a few core disciples out there, who have cast off the woolies and clambered over the frozen mussel beds in board- stiff, icy neoprene. The dash guage on the car showed minus ten…. MINUS TEN ! when we left the farm on Tuesday morning.
Waxing up our boards out at the point, in the bitter pre-dawn dark; there was a moment when I wondered, not for the first time, whether this was maybe asking too much of Tas’s youthful enthusiasm.
surftwisteds very own super grom, mid way through his "car door head butting warm up exercise regime"
But the reward? Perfect overhead glass, four in the water, sunrise over the dunes….one of those rare moments when the crowds, the hype, the long hours of searching; all became the stuff of irrelavence when set against the sublime joy of gliding down those perfect walls.
The farm can wait
do you sell eggs ?