Being a city girl, I don't claim to know my 'set' from my 'surf' but what I have garnered this weekend, is that surfing to Kernow is what clubbing is to London a chance to burn calories/feel euphoric in a slightly more productive way.
I'd never been further west than Bristol, which I admit as a Brit is rather woeful. So I couldn't help but admire the rugged coastline and invasion of Portuguese Man o' War jellyfish seeking out juicy recipients. Boy oh boy the waves were standing tall yesterday, lapping the low tide as I got a pang of nerves and kept my friend's bags warm while basking in the low 20s. The shop is actually a considerable hike up the road, so we opted to pick up a board (a tenner) and wet suit (a fiver) from the lovely Gabi stationed in her 4x4 along the beach. My brave friend waded straight in, unconcerned with the white fizzy foam enveloping her body. A sight to behold in more ways than one. I was just overwhelmed by the remoteness and beauty of the place, a special beach for a special weekend. read more