Close finish... the home team just won it..
Trivial Pursuit that evening. And Pops showing me how stupid I looked with my hood up for warmth, but ears out so I could hear.
Sunday: "Yaaaay!!! Just surfed at Fistral bay.. Didn't quite drown. Came close!"
Fantastic day down at Newquay. Was intrigued by the road signs we had seen, so looked up Boardmasters on the mighty iPhone. Had missed all the bands at Watergate unfortunately (bet Fat Boy Slim was good) and only heard the fireworks. However, the surf finals were on Sunday, and the rest of the stuff at Fistral was still on. Was grinning all the way to Newquay driving Bumble, waving at other Dubs. Getting on the car park was tricky, but was all excited getting the board out. Had a wimp out attack when we got to the beach, so I wandered off to see what the festival was about. Found a BMX ramp first...
Quite how you can ride a bike with your trousers that far down your arse I do not know!
Cocoa Cola were there with an Olympics thing..
Got tempted to move to Cornwall by the lady at the Cambourne College who said they were hiring lecturers in Sports Science. Stopped by the skate ramp to see the 'Groms'.
Left the Animal shop unscathed, and Ann's Cottage had rows and rows of men's wetsuits, and 5 for women. Noticed that the surfing finals had started so went to get a few tips before hitting the waves myself.
Reassuring that these guys wipe out too... albeit a tad more spectacularly..
Got a bit nippy standing in the shallows, so walked back up to where the folks were camped. Collected Pops for a wander round. Back to watch more of the surfing comp. Do you reckon I could pass these off as me surfing? Looks a bit similar but my pop up is more of a scramble briefly to feet before falling in again.
Managed to put off getting wet some more by taking Pops round the stands (obligatory event t shirt purchase) and went into the new quiksilver shop intending to just cut through. Ended up looking at the wetsuits and complaining that in here too there was a whole room full of men's wetsuits and about 5 for women. A friendly assistant came over. His response to a request for a suit for a long legged stick was from the teenage boys range. Despite not intending to buy, I went to the changing rooms. Changed intentions immediately when it was easy to get on by myself and fitted perfectly (tight all over, but can actually move). Pops did his annoying trick at the till and won the credit card race/fight. So thanks Pops.
No more excuses. So got the board out of the bag. Realised what a newbie wally I must look with the bubble wrap still on it!
Further schoolboy errors trying to get the fins on..
Wax on, wax off..
How very pleased with myself...
Going for cool surfer dude.. actually looking like nervous geek (and yeah, I did remember to take my glasses off before going in)
Does my bum look big in this?
Not sure which is worse... Dad's photography or my surfing technique.. anyway, I was chuffed that I managed to stand up at the very first attempt!
Look...look I really can do this...
Hmmm, they all look a bit similar. Better work on my moves! My first proper attempt at a turn...
So, there you go. My very first surfboard, christened at Fistral. Pretty cool IMHO. Still buzzing when we left the kit with Bumble and ventured off into Newquay in search of food. Got lucky down at the harbour with a nice pub. Pops most amused when he sent me off to get drinks and the lady behind the bar said "Can I ask how old you are?" Er... 34. Obviously looked younger than I felt after hours of getting thrown about by waves and gravity.
Slept well!
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