What can I say that already hasn’t been said over the social networks this past week. A week of offshores, warm weather and some pretty bloody decent surf too; not bad for Blighty in the summer months, but in March – unheard of – but not unwelcome. An unusual combination of a seeming trapped low in the Atlantic spinning away generating pulse after pulse of the good stuff blocked by a high pressure anchored over western Europe gave us: The best March ever? Well it never got big enough to go up the coast and the water was a tepid 9°C but what the hell, I can’t remember the last time I got sunburnt in March in the UK! For me it was a carefully chosen, one surf a day, at the right time on the right bank for maximum pleasure and minimum crowds, but as the swell threatened to peter out I managed to shoot a morning high tide session at Croyde with the British Champ – Wooly’s, Stuey Campbell. Consummate top gun Stuey did his usual fly past and may have bagged me a few shots in the next issue of Carve but my abiding memory of the morning was the stoke of all the surfers I chatted to while I was perched on the rock at Downend. We collectively as surfers in the UK are lucky sons of bitches, we surf in such a beautiful place and when there’s surf we become a brotherhood, young and old, beginner and pro, mini mal or bumblebart, lets remember Marvellous March for the right reasons: WE SURF.
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Posted on March 29, 2012
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