Over a week and probably 1,000 miles have passed since my last rambling, time which has seen Spain, my first published piece in the Guardian and my birthday come and go. After Zarautz we swung by San Sebastian to find it was (pretty much) closed for winter; then we hoofed it across the top of Spain, speeding by Mundaka, Rodiles and other world-class waves as the drizzle descended, taking the swell with it.
It’s a momentous day today: we threw caution to the wind and had our first non-van dining experience and ordered Steak Frites in Eauze town square as we broke the journey toward Oleron in the western Pyrenees.
It was a glorious dawn: the sun rising from behind the Pyrenees, a sky so blue sapphires hid themselves in shame, the air hot and clean and heady with alpine aromas. (Photo by Iona Calvert.)
Taking it slow
Costa Rica is firmly on the tourist map, but it’s still possible to find solitude in the surf.
Living the dream, on credit
Johnny Abegg proves that a relentlessly positive outlook can see you through the toughest times.
The simple life
Alby Falzon talks to Jair Bortoleto about filmmaking, photography, and being surrounded by beauty.
Heaven on Earth?
How can we make sure that our search for waves doesn’t have a detrimental impact?
2+1=3?
Dan Crockett charts Adrian Phillips’ construction of a semi-gun.
Lincolnshire’s secret coast
Don your thickest wetsuit and plunge into Lincolnshire’s empty line-ups and super-clean lefts.
