The Calling
Sometimes you just have to be somewhere because its calling you. The forecast might be iffy, the logistics a bit of a pain, and excuses will have to be made…but something makes you go. I don’t know what drives these irrepressible urges, but whatever it is probably has something to do with what happened last time….or the time before….
Croyde on Saturday had been pretty good, big enough to get the point going early, although it was a lumpy sort of affair, and then the kids had a club comp all day, so by that evening we were kind of burned… but there was just this nagging feeling…
And so it was that we found ourselves waking up in South Cornwall, in the car, on Sunday morning. The first rays of spring sunshine cast a warming glow on the ocean. Reflected ripples of light played on the ceiling of the car, and intermittent soft cracks of water-on-reef announced the welcome news that the swell had not died completely overnight.
And it just turned out to be really fun in the end.
Matt the Farmer, the Farm can wait
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