Shralp

Fistral this morning…

By lunchtime it was looking pretty rubbish though — all the waves of two sets bar one closed out. Didn't fancy the paddlefest but so keen to get in I went to Tolcarne. Had an inkling that an hour's push would leave it on some actual sandbanks for a change.

Glad I did. It was small but peeling, hardly anyone out (well, it is 9.6 degrees C in there).

I got a few and felt much better for it.

“The cure for anything is salt water; sweat, tears, or the sea.” -- Isak Dinesen

Doesn't quite cure the let-me-out-of-here winter blues, but it helps! Had a eureka moment with an article (always get ideas in the sea), and caught a really nice left. I did a top turn and threw actual spray! Okay, not miles, but…a little bit of shralp, as my friend Louis would say…

I still have two hours of yoga to do tonight…I think I will sleep well, and dream of water.