Reflections on surfing. And some glimpses of perfection

My quadriceps tear left me with no option for exercise but to walk the dog along the beach today. I looked out on the car park end at Sennen Cove as five or six surfers, Sam Bleakley included, made the most of what looked like one of those swells that flatters to deceive. The waves weren't small, but they seemed to lack power.

No matter. Simply watching surfing and walking along with an injury that means I can't get in the water for two or three weeks made me realise just how devastated I'd be if being able to paddle out and catch a few waves became an impossibility. What a thought. Makes me think that even when my leg is better it's time, once and for all, to hang up my football boots.

Meanwhile, such mildly maudlin musings were cast aside when I got home and found these stoke-filled, 100% perfect pictures in my (now revived) Inbox. They come from Andy Cox, who in turn received them from Franck Lamon. Many years ago Franck showed Andy the hidden jewels of the Basque coast when they should both have been studying at Pau University. If these were the kind of waves on offer, bailing from Pau was surely the only call to make. Yes, Andy?

Comments

[sam smart]

My God!Are those shots Sennen?
hey alex, im injured too, i cut my foot on a rock and recieved 4 stitches, its not a nice thing when the surf is pumping!
just remember...Theres always next time.......(in 10 years time)
Regards from Oz

[sam]

oh...just realised those shots are France......silly billy

[Andy]

I have to confess, there wasn't a whole lot of study that went on.