I was kicking my heels around the house today, as I was meant to be paddling Devon’s rivers, making the best of the outrageously unseasonal rainfall we’re experiencing. However, a series of flashing lights and bleeping noises from the dashboard had quickly put paid to that plan, before I was even out of Purbeck. Tomorrow will involve a (presumably costly) trip to the garage.
All was not lost…the awful weather has arrived alongside an easterly gale. Once the rain and wind had eased a bit this afternoon, I loaded up my surfboard and coaxed the ailing automobile a few miles to Swanage Beach. Swanage rarely has surf, as it faces east up the English Channel, away from the prevailing Atlantic swell. Today however, it was working well enough at least to test my laughable surfing skills…repeatedly wiping out and swallowing half of the beach was a pleasantly humbling experience. I’m still snorting up sand right now. I was also bemused to find that I was sharing the line-up with a fair proportion of Year 10. Once I’d ordered them all home to do their homework, I had the waves to myself…
