The smaller of the two specks is me!!
This weekend has been pretty epic. Despite it being February, the coldest month in the UK to surf, I pushed myself out of the warmth of the house and into the icy Atlantic – twice. Why? Because of this head over heels in love relationship I have with surfing and my desperate desire to get better at it.
I rarely suffer from lack of motivation but my confidence needs some work. So this weekend, I was determined that things would be different, and with clean small waves forecast, it was the perfect opportunity to try and get out back which still freaks me out. Once my feet can’t touch the floor anymore that’s it, the nerves creep in. I’m frightened of rips, wearing waves on my head and drifting out so far I end up in America.