I’m sitting outside writting this , it’s 8pm and the sky is pink in the distance , hinting at the last of the sunset. It’s also my last night in Cornwall as I continue my surf adventure North, to The Gower in Wales tomorrow and then onto Pembrokshire, Wales on Saturday.
TWO days have passed with no sign of human life……
It’s been a mixed bag this week where I’ve felt at times quite lonely and isolated, then really happy in my own company in equal measure. Interspersed with seeing friends a few days I have spent most of this week on my todd. The week started off great as I picked up a friend who’d flown in from Dublin for a few nights. Much debauchery at the infamous Retorrick Mill
was had , that’s a story in it’s own right that to be frank may never be told or quite remembered. I blew my budget for the whole week in one night, my bank statement certainly jogged my memeory on that front.
Due to the high winds there was no surfing but, we’d had fun and we know, you can’t always get lucky with waves. That’s ok, for two days. As soon as I dropped her off at the airport that’s when Storm Katie decided I needed some girly company and she more than outstayed her welcome . You can read about my hellish night here
Storm night was followed by long days and longer nights alone, listening to torrential rain beat the roof of my caravan. I live alone so am used to occupying myself but, what do you do all day in a caravan with no TV and no tasks or chores to fill the time? I started wondering, what the hell am I doing here? Do I actaully have any friends? Will I die alone? Where did it all go wrong? This is when I questioned whether I could do this for six weeks in summer and in a tent.
A CHINK OF LIGHT IN A STORMY SKY
Miraculously when all seemed lost and I was going to give in and go home on Tuesday afternoon, the weather turned, the wind dropped a bit, the sun came out, the sky was blue (in patches), I surfed, Kernow Surfgirl dropped by the beach and it all changed. I’ve surfed today and yesterday and the day before. I spent wednesday with Kernow Surfgirl and we had a great surf and some laughs. Then, today I met a nice man at the beach, a surfer, how unfortunate I’m leaving tomorrow. Who knows he could have been the Silver Surfer. It’s amazing what a turn in the weather can do.
So, coming to the end of the Cornwall leg of the surf tour, having driven the beautiful coast road home from Newquay as the sun started sinking and satisfied after surfing, I am certainly sad to be leaving this stunning place, it’s got a hold of me and I feel like I’ve always been here . More importantly though, I’ve answered many questions and raised more about if this is the place I’ll spend my surfing summer and that was the reason I came on this trip.
I packed the car with a stupid sad face tonight but, I’ve absolutely nothing to complain about, the sun has not set on this trip as the tour continues. Bring on Wales, tomorrow’s first Welsh stop is the Gower where I’ll be calling in on a beautiful soul and Surf Seniorita
who I haven’t seen since last summer. I think I might need a chaperone as she also has a little devil in her and I’m in possession of wine, hey ho here goes.