Seasons Come And Go -

The end of summer has come,

say goodbye tot he cornish sun.

The rush or tourists from west to east,

leaving us with the very least.

Fear not the fish are still swarming,

the taste of sea bass is still very warming

A cold breeze breaks the stem of the old brown leaves.

clocks go back darkness dominates.

collect the logs for those long nights in.

Not long now the christmas spirit will soon begin.

Winter swells have just begun,

all surfers are on the run.

Snowy hills, Icy lakes,

hope my new van has trusting brakes.

The whistling kettle never seems to stop.

Warm your cockles on the uk’s finest crop.

Crisp and clear, do not fear,

easter is on its way,

summer is near.

If only it went this fast,

us surfers may be able to last.

Still we plough through, with a sigh of relief,

leaving winter behind, with nothing but grief. 

Parnassus surroundings -

I was invited to do the rip curl, wct trials in Peniche, Portugal 

The waves were lambasting. 

The vibe was intense.

To come 3rd was an achievement, but to be so close to surfing against the guys that i have looked up to since i started was demoralizing. 

Surfing with the best guys in the world has given me faith that there is still light at the end of the tunnel. 

Its only a few steps away, fame, glory,money !!!

But to be honest it doesn’t seem like the be all and end all. I think i would prefer to be underground just come out every now and then and do what i do, shame it doesn’t really work like that. You need to have a certain style or personality to achieve that lifestyle. 

I seen some stuff down there that really put my thoughts into perspective, stuff in which is normally covered up by the media. I’ll tell stories in person, but to blog it on the internet would be indecent.