Saturday, 26 November 2011

Daymer Bay

Another fine and mild weekend saw us in T shirts on Daymer Beach in late November. We went on to reccie Falmouth over the next few days, as a prospective re-location destination. 

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Wow! Westward

With the MagicLieWeed giving 4 stars we grabbed a couple of hours sleep and set off in the dark to arrive beachside for breakfast at high tide. A massive effort was required to clear the whitewater, except for Simo who  powered through an easy section (see below picture)! 
With Josh out on his new aircraft carrier and Fin ripping up the beach, it was 'help yourself' time outback. With steady overhead sets and the occasional one and a half set, the boys pushed hard through the offshore wind to takeoff and land some great rides. The prize for noisiest rider went to Simo, who whooped his way through the morning. Jerry favoured lefts, Luke rights and Josh just charged for the beach. By concensus: Our best day at The Ho! all year
In the afternoon, we plugged in on site and then dropped down to the rock reef breaks West of Abbotsham. A small hard-core of guys were waiting for the incoming tide before dancing between the boulders on a long left break. 
We slept like logs despite a gale blowing all night. After a leisurely full English, we caught the tail of the Remembrance Day service at Bideford before heading back. A really great weekend. 

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Walk Bike Climb

We enjoyed a walk locally on a warm November Sunday. Claire just had to paddle in her wellies.
After lunch J & Tim headed upwards on their bikes to traverse at low level the sun-warmed sandstone above the town. 

Canon Steve

After putting up the new 'Kingdom Hall' (shed) at Steve's, we were treated to supper, with the obligatory firing of the Guy Fawlkes canon between pudding and coffee. The echos were still reverberating around the normally quiet community some hours later. Lucky really that Steve had only loaded a half charge!

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Phenomenal Friday

A day of thunder at the Ho! captured beautifully on the Turtino Blog. We never actually got the camera out because we were too tired trying to push through the white walls of water hitting the beach. Having eventually made it out-back, Jerry bottled it a couple of times as he paddled into the face of 15 footers (which with the 'standing up' height makes them feel like 20 foot walls of water). An excellent male-bonding session though, with everyone returning safely, including missing a massive pile up northbound on the M5 in horrible road conditions.