I thought it was about time to christen the new bellyboard, so here I am at Gwithian, one warm summer's evening, suited up and ready. I wasn't sure what to expect; the ride was likely to be different to my floaty, foam Morey bodyboard.
This chap was just checking I didn't have any pasties on me.
And this one was just checking the seagull out.
Hmmmm.....not bad....not bad at all!
Good so far, hair's still dry though; can't have that!
Now if someone would just cover that pesky sun......
There are a lot of these jolly - looking jellyfish washing up on the north coast at the moment. Best not to tread on them, I believe they don't sting much but could give you problems if you are prone to anaphylactic shock. (The spellchecker has just suggested 'intergalactic' shock! I like the sound of that. It's jellyfish, Jim, but not as we know it. LOL!)
You lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me? Do you want some, come on then....do you think you're hard enough? (Sigh from bored jellyfish)
Meanwhile, back at the surf, Sue has finally got her hair wet.
This is the one that gave me the washing machine experience. I emerged sandy, dripping and with a long string of er...snot dangling.....not in the least ladylike....at least I wore a wide grin!
Come on in, Charlie, the water's lovely!
Ooof, that was a refreshing one! The ride is lower in the wave than with a foam board and my take-offs need working on. Still, I'm not missing many waves.
Just one more ride.......
It's almost 9pm and curry calls. We came out straight from working late and haven't had our tea.