WAY BEYOND THE BLUE

Ah, what I wouldn’t give for a winter surf right now.  The coldest, windiest, most heart-achingly, nose-drippingly, toe-numbingly frigid kind.  You think I’m trying to be funny, but I’m not.  I’m serious.

When I got the news that I was going to Washington D.C, capitol city of the good ole U.S.A, for three months, I was stoked! It was work, I was getting paid, it was life experience and a change of scenery.  I mean, what really happens in Cornwall in January, February and March?* I got on the plane in the New Year full of anticipation.  Two months later and it is still good.  A beautiful city, cosy apartment, new friends and NYC only a bus ride away.  But something is missing…

The smell of salt on the air, a moving mass of water, dark cliffs and bright beach: I miss the sea. I miss the surf.  Doctor, what can you give me for a chronic case of the surfing blues?**

 

*good surf, snow, Rage Against the Machine tickets and babies, apparently.

**Diagnosis: a flight to California Р$120, thank you Virgin America!  In the meantime, if you are near the sea, squeeze into that wetsuit, wax up the board, and catch a wave for me – no matter how cold it is.