The surf today was fantastic.. well over-head on sets, clean with an offshore wind.. absolute perfection. Unfortunately I wasn’t in it.. sore throat and feeling ropey meant that I instead elected to take my coffee down to the cliffs to watch my surf buddy rip up the waves, and to do a little mind-surfing of my own. Normal cycling is far less strenuous than surf kayaking in big waves so it was the sensible thing to do. With sun shining and the scent of spring in the air staying in and working was simply not an acceptable option. I was secretly hoping to see James get his ass kicked by one of the really big sets that showed up occasionally… but he’s too good for that so I had to content myself with the packet of Jaffa Cakes I had brought along to go with the coffee.
look at those waves... bah!
It has been a while since I took my Salsa Casseroll out on the road.. winter and all that. Riding it today reminded me just how mellow a bicycle it is and stirred thoughts along the lines of “it’s about time I did another ultra-light European tour..”. It is.
