Confessions of a kook

‘Wow, there’s not much beach today.’ This sentence encapsulates the deep knowledge I had of the ocean until about 3 years ago. The tide continuously rises and falls? Who knew? Rips? They are a mythical legend designed by parents, to scare children into sitting down quietly until their suncream’s sunk in, right? A behaviour management … Continue reading Confessions of a kook


Compelled to surf

If I had a penny for every time a friendly, old, Geordie stranger commented on my sanity pre or post surf then I’d have at least a couple of quid.