Little packets of stokefulness…
A little while ago I rolled into the car park half an hour before dusk, not expecting much, not really expecting a rideable wave if i’m honest. Sea breezes were still blowing and at first sight they were crumbling barely knee high waves. Seconds before I turned tail and headed home, a set came through, hit the best bank on the beach and a familiar silhoueted figure carved it up smoothly with tip time and drop knee.
greyscale
As the winter sets in and the colours of summer are long gone, it’s easy to sink into reverie and dreams of warmer climes, but maybe there’s still happiness to be found within the monotone seascape.
jus lookin….
They say procrastination is the thief of time (i’ve always loved that phrase) and they are probably right. FULL STORY »
It never leaves..
The wishthound gave me a new skateboard a month or so ago, much to my wife’s disgust I might add.