Around The World In 80 Waves

I based myself in a camp site right alongside Torquay’s Surf Beach. This was my pitch and the sand starts the other side of the bushes. I stayed here for a few nights but for most of my stay the weather was atrocious, or more specifically it actually felt like a British winter.

I am sure that the monarch after whom this state is named would not have been any more amused than I was by it. I was still feeling a bit under the weather, probably due to so many cold nights in succession in the mountains and along the coast road, coupled with my insistence that shorts are the only suitable attire because I am on holiday.

As a consequence I stayed warm and sheltered in the van for twenty four hours, using the opportunity to catch up a bit on the blog, which was still lagged a good way behind current events.

I don’t quite get it up to date but make significant headway and am happy to put it to one side once more when I wake up to see these lines of surf hitting the shore.

It is still a grey day but this is the picture of the session if only because there was a brief glimpse of blue sky above me.

I had great fun though here and caught loads of waves in front of the surf lifesaving club.

There weren’t too many people in the water and after catching a hat full of rights you would just walk back along the sand to the point to start again.

I also quite liked the ‘Rob through the keyhole’ view of this shot which was taken as I paddled back out after one wave. I’m clearly getting a lung full of air before goiung under the water once more.