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by Wavelength Staff
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I was worse than a chavette getting ready for a night out this morning. My first attempt to walk to my van resulted in almost breaking my neck on the frozen slush outside my door. I went back in and changed my shoes for trainers… these got me as far as the gate before I started doing dance moves again. Back in my walk-in wardrobe, I dug out an old pair of Army boots (believe it or not I was never actually in the Army… was just a foot model for them for a while.) These worked, the war was won. 
Safely in the van, the sun was rising and there was a rumour of swell, so I floored it, put the pedal to the metal and crawled along the road trying not to hit old ladies on their way to the post office.
The drive to the beach was an adventure… After avoiding a articulated lorry that was on my side of the road, I ploughed on through deeper and deeper snow and dodgy looking ice patches, all the time with some Beemer trying to ram me from behind... ooo-err. It got to the point where I thought I might not be getting back home, but I carried on regardless cos that’s the kind of hero I am.
Finally, van ditched at the side of the road, I skidded down the frozen path to get my first view of the waves. I was the only person there, the waves were all virgins, winking at me in the morning sun.
Eventually some other brave numnuts came and joined me and indulged in the much smaller and weaker than expected waves, ignoring all local radio traffic warnings and disregarding the advice from the nice man from the AA.
Surfers, such rebels aren't they? photos by Greg Martin
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Last Updated on Friday, 15 January 2010 11:16 |
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