This really is becoming remiss of me.

Three months since my last post since which I had a week west surfing, have been up to my ears in painting & DIY, and have also snuck in a couple of sessions here at Sandilands.

Missing out on the holiday report was a first for me since I began this blog. As it is now but a distant memory I'd best just gloss over what was a welcome week back 'home'. There was a surf able wave most of the time and, excluding the first Saturday when he headed to Camborne for the rugby, we only missed out going in on one day. Nothing classic for the most part but glad to just get wet again after so long.

Our last day too was surf less which doesn't happen too often and so followed a quiet journey back to where we live. Wed passed up on an extra day that was offered which was a pity (lovesick teenager!!) as some swell did turn up 24 hours later which would have been a better send off.

Never mind. Soon after our return we finally reached a point on the house renos where everything was more or less done from a building pov. This meant over a month of having the nose to the grindstone with paint brush and roller permanently white hot. It dragged at times and often got to me 'upstairs' as the media fuelled credit crunch and property market slump made me wonder if fate was going to deal yet another cruel blow! Was all this effort going to be in vain?

With the decorating now done (bar a built in bookcase) and efforts to lick the outside into shape now underway, we've still to find out. I'm hoping to be in a position to go back down to Bude in September with the house once again on the market for the next push. We'll have to see.

Today though I headed over to Sandilands to catch the first of a swell headed down the east coast and I can at last report a surf that was truly fun in these parts. For me personally that is. I'd been over a couple of Mondays ago and had a couple of hours with Naips to christen the board in the brown stuff, but had not really got it tapped. A niggle in the ribs half way through didn't help but the mind wasn't fully on it.

Suz, Ben and Emma (Ben's bird) came along although Jnr opted out of going in and impressing the lady as the welding at the hip was proving too stubborn obviously. Pity, as he missed out on a cheeky little wave on the ebbing tide. It took just a couple of attempts to get is sussed and away I was!

A variety was on offer most notably some hairy bombs that just couldn't be ignored. Well, rather get something from them then sit there and wait for the thrashing! Often though there were some walls to chase, although as low tide approached it did drop off a little and so after nearly two hours I paddled back in to see the others.

I did re-suit up an hour after low tide but to be honest despite the tide being on the push it had crapped out noticeably, even taking into account the increased rip and NW breeze. More is forecast tomorrow and into Tuesday but I'm unfortunately committed elsewhere.

Focus now must turn towards finishing things with the house and then a two week bash west in September. Can't bleedin' wait!
posted by wollocks at 6:10 PM