It’s amazing how busy you become when you retire. Leaving my company and my job behind as I set forth on this journey I naively imagined the vast expanses of time I was opening up would be used to explore new vocations, skills and pastimes, yet there aren’t enough hours in the day to even write this damn blog.
I haven’t written this blog for weeks now, caught up in a variety of projects, articles, plots and schemes, whilst also becoming snagged on the snaggle-toothed edge of a writer’s block. I just couldn’t get motivated to sit down and write, and I’ve got plenty to be getting on with – an article for the Sunday Telegraph, a piece for a surf mag, some business plans… So what happened? What dragged me from the mire? What hauled me from my stupour? What prised me from my lethargy? Waves. Pure and simple, the waves returned.
Life here in our jungle-fringed pink house between Varkala town and Varkala beach drifts gently by and feels more like home as each day passes. Our location between real India (town) and tourist India (beach) affords us the best of both worlds.
Hands, hearts and minds
Meet Zephaniah Carrigg, purveyor of functional and beautiful surf craft.
La-La Kernow style
A photo essay of Cornish Alaia riding
September Sessions
Mark Sankey and Alexa Poppe discover Autumn's aquatic gifts
Bonzer guys
Mark Sankey discovers Bournemouth's hidden Californian connection.
Salt & wax
Mark Leary's latest work deviates sharply from the usual surf photography portfolio.
Fathers & Sons
A world away from the average commercial surf competition, Fathers & Sons celebrates the original Hawaiian spirit.
