Thoughts on Secret Spots

I've just got in from surfing somewhere so secret that I can't remember where it is. I was alone in the water for half an hour or so, and was then joined by three blokes. There were no surf babes anywhere at all except for she who appears here courtesy of Coconut Girl Wireless. Yes, that's right, she turned up, paddled out and made a good session even better.

Bet you want to know where this secret spot is now, don't you? Naturally I can't say, because I don't remember, but afterwards I saw a friend, who'd been for a surf at another secret spot. This one is even more secret than the one I can't remember surfing.

At this second secret spot, there were 10 to 12 people in the water, and this makes me think. After a while, the word gets out about secret spots - that's just the way it is. So everyone starts surfing them, forgetting all about inferior secret spots, which can then be surfed in peace and quiet. So in a sense, there is an argument to say that one should point people in the direction of the really, really, really amazing and world-class secret spot on one's doorstep, because then the not-quite-so-good secret spot round the corner will be empty again.

Not that I would ever do that. My memory is shot to pieces and I don't even know where I was surfing today. (But you do appear to know a good reason for running a gratuitous image of beautiful woman when you see one. Ed.)

Comments

who cares about secret spots - a total babe if ever i saw one

I hope she was wearing a wetsuit when you saw her..