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A year ago I started writing under this new banner of 'The Radius'. I felt I needed a bit of a boost to my creative self, so I did away with the old 'Chunky Brother', which seemed to restrict me in many ways and decided to start a new platform and let it develop, organically, without the pressure that I totally place on myself and really stick with it and see where it goes. The Radius began as a platform to just write what I want, when I want, about anything I want, and just for myself and it still is. I've never had to write for anyone else but myself, the occasional article accompanied by photos, and that was surf media, but I've often felt like I was never sure who I was writing for, or whether someone would read it or not. Now I don't care, because I've finally realised after so many years that I just love to write, and it's important to just write for myself and it's about doing something creative. I think personal ego got in the way of why I was writing until I decided to do 'The Radius', and I even wonder why I'm penning this little reflection. I wonder why I'm trying to write a book sometimes, because when I read back over the current thirty thousand words, 'The Trailhead Project', I was a little bit like, "what am I thinking", or "what the hell". So I decided to press pause for a bit and regather my thoughts and start again in the New Year with some clarity and structure, but I do know that it will be something I finish and I believe it's a good message that would make a difference. My passions, for surfing, cycling and being outdoors, mean that I can endlessly write about these on the Radius and yes, it's a personal pursuit, but if I'm out surfing and one of my peers says they enjoyed my latest post, or someone leaves me a comment on Social Media, that means the world, so thank you. As ‘The Radius’ found its feet in 2022, I managed to achieve my goal to write consistently each month, in between work, even at work, at weekends, as topics came up, or just when I could. Now my focus is progressing and this platform is going to develop further. I’m writing this not even knowing if anyone is reading this, or if anyone cares, but I’m writing it anyway because it’s like a journal exercise. Writing down and publishing my aspirations for the coming year, feels like there is some kind of accountability on my part to achieve them. They're certainly not a New Year's Resolution, but just a commitment to myself to get things done. To always have Surfing and Cycling at the forefront of my passions means I have two amazing pursuits that I’m sure will allow me to produce some interesting content both written and recorded. I’ve got no skills in editing or filmmaking so I’m not about to start vlogging or dedicating my life to visual content creation, but there are so many people I'd like to sit down with and have a chat with, so many interesting stories to be told, and to find out more about their lives, their well-being, and their inspirations to make a difference in our world, would be a lot of fun. So in 2023 I’m going to start recording a few interviews and see if I can't throw my hand into the podcast world on a very small and low tech scale. Starting with Season 1 in the New Year I can guarantee that this will not be pristine sound, perfectly editied and mistake free. I do believe it will be interesting . I’ve invested a little cash into some very basic equipment, but now I just need to build up some confidence to press record, then a little more to just put it out there and see what comes back. I’m planning a few little trips too, nothing written in stone, but combined with recording a few interviews, this will be weekend warrior kind of stuff, to places I’d like to visit and ride. I really would like to ride some more gravel, and not just dirty lanes with ‘grass up the middle’, and finally indulge into this bikepacking phenomena, after all I did buy a bike designed for that reason. So the odd, weekend sortie into Dartmoor or Exmoor could be on the cards. and I'm going to tag onto some club rides this year. I also bought a bike trailer many years ago and never used it, so I might just put the trailer on the back of my bike, strap a surfboard on top and head up the coast, take the camping gear, the Kelly Kettle and create something different. The odd MTB Enduro might get entered again just for the fun of it, but I can also feel a few bike park trips coming on with a few goals I'd like to achieve, and see how my skills can develop further, along with some more coaching. I’m also keen to surf a couple of spots that I’ve not been back to for a while, and put pen to paper in some form. There are some spots further up in North Cornwall, and across into the shire of North Devon that I’ve not been back to for a few years. I might argue that when you get older your search narrows a little, and you become content with your local radius, so a few trips beyond the norm are guaranteed in 2023. A place I have been meaning to go back to for years, is Saunton Sands, but whenever I’ve gone North I end up at Woolacombe, just because it's a little more juicy. The last time I surfed Saunton Sands, it was £5 to park for the day, and it's now in double figures, and I was also competing, and on that visit I was stoked to win the over 40’s division of the British Longboard Union. It’s always been one of the busier surf breaks, being so close to Bristol and London, and although it was always busy, but I’ve heard that the crowds are now so ridiculous I’m intrigued. I’ve also heard amusing reports of aggressive ‘old men’ in the lineups, who frequent and control the main break at ‘The Cave’, and I'd love to see first hand how this great longboard wave is now under the control of a few retired, greedy and grumpy old men, and a place I’ve also heard is infested with a variety of surf craft including electric surfboards, it should be hilarious. I might even enter a surf comp again and let you know what that's like, in fact my return to Saunton could coincide with the Saunton Longboard Classic and enter the Grandmasters!! 2022 has been a fun year, frustrating in places, but so much fun in others. Now 2023 is upon us, I’m stoked to get amongst it on Wheels and Waves and I hope I can drag the odd reader and new listener with me. If not, I don't mind, I’m doing it anyway. A Happy and Prosperous New Year to all. See you out there.   
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If you check out the TrailHead Project page on this site you’ll see I’m on a bit of a quest to identify more about positive well-being through Mountain Biking (MTB). As an organic project, the idea behind it has always been to get out and ride new places, ride with and meet new friends within the riding community; talk to people about their well-being, develop some new riding skills, and enter my first MTB enduro event along the way. The timescale of this project has continually been extended because I’m a self confessed procrastinator, and what seemed like an amazing idea during Lockdown, has been tougher than I’d imagined. Maybe the realisation of the massive task got to me, going back to work after furlough, and losing my train of though numerous times, but there also seems to be a little more to my non-achievement than meets the eye. So in 2023 this is something I’m keen to investigate more, and maybe get a few answers. I will say it seems ironic that trying to write a book on how MTB has a positive impact on well-being, and it has come to a halt because of my own well-being. It will get done, and I’ve put objectives in place to achieve this, one being writing more blog posts to get me focussed on writing. After that long introduction, this post is a little reflective on certain riding events, but I tried to bring it to the present, if that makes any sense. Entering an enduro was a major part of the TrailHead Project but required a little more confidence on my part. By the end of 2020, I’d had some amazing coaching, got myself fit, ridden more than ever, and at 51/52 felt I was riding better than I've certainly ever needed to. By September 2021 I’d completed not one, but four Enduro events, including the Southern Championships at MInehead which was a huge weekend on the bike, and those experiences meant my confidence and understanding of my own riding had grown massively. The last enduro of that year was at Grogley Woods in Cornwall and was absolutely fantastic because I managed a third place in the over 50’s. This result taught me that my ‘self talk’ (as it’s called now), was to ride smooth and steady, 'race my own race' and remain on two wheels all day. To be ‘pipped’ into third by less than 800th/second meant I’d done really well. As my confidence was buzzing, and I achieved more than I believed I would, so I booked more Enduros for 2022. I began training hard and making more progress on my bike. I’d met some amazing people. The boys from Portsmouth were just a pleasure to ride with and took all the seriousness out of racing, and I immediately witnessed the positivity of the riding community. I'd fallen in love with Enduro and wanted more, but competition is a strange entity for me because I have a kind of love-hate relationship with it. The most important aspect for me personally was I knew ‘why’ I wanted to try MTB competition. I’d made my decision to not enter with any aspirations of success in terms of results, I just wanted to experience the Enduro community, see how I would handle the nerves or pre-race anxiety, the emotions of raceday, the fitness and nutrition needed to last a day on the bike. I wanted to ride well, but these events were about learning and that's a great reason for anyone wanting to enter an event for the first time at any age. Even as I race towards my mid-fifties, I would offer this same advice to anyone at any age, be it racing bikes, surfing, badminton, or Brazilian Ju Jitsu, (which a good friend has just done at 63 years old), just do it for the learnings. As I looked forward to the 2022 season I began training throughout that winter. Committed to doing sprints, intervals, hill climbs, and timed stage rides at night with lights on during the dark months. Weekends were for endurance road and gravel rides, and just lots of fun rides too. As Spring came around and the first event got closer, the excitement grew and I was frothing on riding bikes. I'd even been doing Friday night manual practice whilst my son had Football practice. One hour in a large car park, trying to keep develop a real cool skill that you can take to the trails. Then things changed. The War in Ukraine began, and the price of fuel immediately went through the roof, belts were tightened and I've mentioned this before in a previous post, but I had to make the heartbreaking decision to cancel my entries. One by one I saw my fun slipping away for financial reasons, as I just couldn’t justify the expense of these weekends away across the South West. In fact as much as I love riding mountain bikes, it can be an expensive pursuit. As the year now comes to a close with no events completed, I’d ridden my enduro bike twice since August. Although I've worked many of those weekends, been surfing a ton, and riding the skatepark and dirt jumps on my trusty 26" Jump bIke; it was ten days before xmas, two weeks until the end of the year, that my neighbour Tom (who’s also not ridden much these past few months) put the shout out in our three man messenger group for a riding day. Next morning, two fo us, myself and Tom we’re heading back to Grogley! Grogley Woods is a pretty special place and both myself and Tom had not ridden there since the South West Enduro back in September 2021. Before I started the TrailHead Project, or even decided to do an Enduro, Grogley Woods was well on my radar. So many people had asked if I'd ridden there, and my answer was always no, but when I booked my first race, I needed to practice. To get better at riding over roots, endurance on longer trails, handling technical sections, and going as fast as possible through tight single track in woodland is essential to be any good at Enduro. Grogley Woods and the surrounding woodland of Bishops and Hustyns has this in abundance, so I began to take the odd trip up there and it helped so much with my riding preparation. The fact that both myself and Tom, have not ridden much for months, a trip to Grogley Woods was very much full of excitement. I suppose if you ride trails like this all the time it can get boring, but for us, irregular visitors keep us stoked and we love it. The first time I ever rode there we had a guide, our friend and local rider Adam Semmens who couldn't make it this time, but he's an experienced Downhill and Enduro rider, who’d ridden there numerous times when he was racing and he showed us the trails. He knew the name of each trail, and the details of each feature andit was a valuable day out. If you're heading somewhere new this will massively help when you have no clue to where you're heading. Having a guide just boosts your confidence and positive energy, and experiencing these moments just adds to the confidence boost. From our homes in West Cornwall, Grogley is a steady one hour by car, so it’s certainly not the ‘every weekend’ kind of trip, but when you need a good fix of enduro riding, Grogley Woods is the nearest. When our local downhill runs are about 45 seconds max, Grogley trails are at least 2.5 minutes and it's physical. Combined with a one mile fire road climb to reach the start of each trail this will always be a great training ground for enduro, and the better riders at Grogley have all said that to find this type of riding, then Wales is the next stop. Riding there again was a standout experience this year. This was all about riding with a mate because we both just needed it, and I'm sure my friend Tom won't mind me saying that he needed it more than me, with a whole bag of emotional stress to release. We also made the decision to just take it easy on the trails; a week before Crimbo, no one wants to be visiting A&E, especially during an NHS Strike and while I’m here “All Hail the Frontline Staff”. We tested a few roots, walked some unfamiliar trails and found that they were prime. After all the cold and frost, and with a sprinkling of thawing snow on the hills in that area, Grogley was just perfect but it's important to just check the conditions. Accidents can be easily avoided by taking a little track walk. We rode about twelve miles and were both absolutely stoked to have stayed on our bikes, although I did find myself in a couple of precarious positions on the way down the odd section that is clearly well used, but that is probably due to me still being too heavy on the front brake, and if I hadn’t incorporated the Sam Hill method of throwing a leg out, things could have gotten out of control very quickly. After not being on a bike for so long we both felt we rode well, but I realised that braking is still an area of my riding that still needs to change. To avoid any bad habit that might develop further I’m heading back for some more coaching in the New Year. My mindset has always been to minimise the consequences as much as possible by becoming a better rider and when I did some coaching in 2020 with Jay Williamson, he unlocked some real progression in my riding, and I've continuously worked on those new skills since then, but always knew this progression would be an ongoing process. As much as I’d love to, I’m not sure I’ll be competing in many Enduros in 2023 but that’s not to say that I won’t do any and I'll certainly be riding a ton. What is certain is that riding this weekend sparked such an enjoyment for being out in the woodland again, riding technical and good level natural trails, that I’m going to hunt for some more in the New Year. Thank you Grogley Woods, you’re no bike park, your trails are beaten and worn, you're a tough cookie, a physical beast, and four hours in the saddle was enough right now; but we’ll be back, and we’ll explore more of that area and its fine offerings, and when we do, i’ll be posting. Note: I’ll be posting about my coaching experience back in 2020, but I can’t stress enough how valuable a day's coaching can be to your riding. We think we ride well until an elite rider points out the smallest thing, and a change to that can transform your progression as a rider. I went to Jay Williamson MTB here in Cornwall but wherever you are, forget your ego, seek out your local coach and let them help you, you will not regret it. To find out more about the emotions of race day, you'll have to wait for the book! Thanks as always to DMR Bikes and Upgrade Bikes for their continued support and Jay Williamson for his coaching back in 2020. www.upgradebikes.co.uk www.dmrbikes.com www.jaywilliamsonmtb.co.uk   To those of you who love podcast, or to those who are yet to give them the time, like so many people across the globe, I was a 'late starter' to the world of the podcast and it could be argued that for a world class procrastinator being a late starter is standard practice. I'm probably one of very few who can honestly say they have still never listened to a Joe Rogan podcast, and he's supposed to be brilliant, he's been going for years, but maybe because everyone says I should listen to him, maybe that's why I haven’t. When it comes to podcasts I've found myself choosing a path very much along my comfort zone; Mountain Biking, Surfing, Motocross, Adventure and Well-Being of both our planet and ourselves. I listen to them on the way to work, at work, on the way home, in the bath, occasionally when I'm walking the dog, recently on a plane trip, on holiday and anytime where I get a moment and fancy just chilling out and tuning in. Since 2020, I've listened to hundreds of hours of chat and much of that has engaged my brain and inspred some pretty deep self talk. The podcast is ‘A Great Listen’, and when we find the right one we become a little obsessed, or is that just me? In my mind it’s the host, or hosts that are key, as they have the skills to draw the best from the guests. I thought I’d add a couple here just to let you in on my choices, and if you know of them already then I need not go on, but if not and you're into the activities above the give them a listen. I do apologise as I couldn’t sit here and describe them all but I’ve outlined a few and included a list of others, and this might be the problem as there are so many great podcasts that meet my needs, I haven't got time to listen to Rogan! I came across one called ‘The HKTPodcast’ early into lockdown and since listening I have not missed an episode and gone through every episode in the archive. Hosted by Davi Birks up in Sheffield the guests were mostly riders and discussion was based around their lives. As Covid took hold this became ‘The Lockdown Companion’ and was such a great listen as Davi teamed up with Professional rider Olly Wilkins. Between them they kept the listeners amused and same for a couple of hours every week. When we finally emerged from Covid, they rebranded as ‘The Ride Companion’ and now into the 70th plus episode under this name, Davi and Olly just talk about anything and occasionally touch on mountain biking which is great, guests are always funny and topics of discussion and often very amusing, but at the same time meaningful. I love it and would class myself as a loyal listener and a member of the companionship, always looking forward to next week's episode. As there community has grown they've now had their third annual summer bike Jam ‘Freedom Ride 3’, the first staged during that lockdown easing in 2020, thus the name 'Freedom Ride' and just had their 2nd Xmas meet up. This podcast has truly created a community and that is what Davi set out to do. My guaranteed weekly listen. https://open.spotify.com/episode/3WJ92ezU7LAYh7o0QRdsGp?si=tvE2GB9gT8OsW-H4za6RZg&utm_source=copy-link My next great find is Jason Fox (SAS - Are You Tough Enough?). This guy is brilliant, funny and engaging, maybe because of his past. He interviews some amazing characters from the civilian and military world but If I was to suggest one episode to listen to it would be the one where ‘Foxy’ chats with injured Royal Marine Mark Omerod. Mark explains how he became a Triple amputee and from life changing injury to an Invictus games athlete, this is an inspiring story. I might add here that I’ve had the great honour of meeting Mark and his family and taking them surfing, and YES, Mark did stand up on a surfboard and ride a wave. https://open.spotify.com/episode/3abQlYHO9jENoLxNl9heSV?si=fb7nCsd1TeGwj4e6prz2Yg&utm_source=copy-link A recent find that I’m now playing catch up with is ‘Water People’ with Lauren Hill and Dave Rastovich. Two amazing surfers, who have this calm, peaceful, and beautiful way of drawing the best answers form their guests. I’m so new to this podcast but I’m hooked. There’s a couple of real good surf related podcasts, like Surf Splendor, and I need to delve into those archives too but, The Water People has got me, like Rogan got everyone else! The interview with 3 Times World Surfing Champion Jon Jon Florence was like listening to the world's most humble young man, and following that one with Gerry Lopez; the world's greatest stylist ever to stand on a surfboard is a must. https://open.spotify.com/episode/4duSDp5vv4PRtMmhrPkfFv?si=N5teDDspQM2W6Dm3kqMSJA&utm_source=copy-link Finally my mind takes me to 'The Matt McDuff Show'. A Canadian ‘hell man’ on a mountain bike who is always enthusiastic to expand his knowledge of how and where his guests do what they do, and achieve what they achieve. Matt is such a great interviewer because he likes to delve deep, He likes “Speaking to” aspects of the mindset, health, injury and recovery. Matt also hooks up with Davi from the Ride Companion every now and then and they discuss a book they've read and recommend another. Again I love this as you get the book, read it, and then listen a couple of months later for their review and ‘take-aways’. Matt McDuff is also out there being an amazing rider, a busy content creator, a trail builder for himself and some of the worlds finest riders, (but thats all worth waiting for too) so there might be long waits between episodes, but don’t worry, there are numerous episodes in the archive and I reckon starting with MTB Freeride Legend Remy Metailler would be a perfect place to start. https://open.spotify.com/episode/3fizM8mEuR9PNeumhnY9nf?si=40IKxHKqQh2mS3WLcOYJYg&utm_source=copy-link I hope you find these podcasts engaging, I know I do. But don't stop there, keep listening, there are some amazing guests, wisdom and experiences shared just in these ones above. Somethimes we need a little hint about where to look and listen. Below are a few more links to some other great podcasts that I'm a regular listener too. The Downtime Podcast Moving the Needle We Look Sideways Surf Splendor From What if to What Next (Rob Hopkins) The Brett Tippie Podcast Gypsy Tales  In 1995, I’d graduated University, and I was starting a BMX shop with my best mate Dan Beamish and sadly by January 1997, it was over, and I was on a flight to Australia to put my Tourism degree into practice, travel and experience Australia. When I arrived in Sydney I soon went down to Bondi Junction and bought my first ever longboard. A Sam Egan 9’1” Single fin, pintail with red and black pinstripes. This thing was epic, and shaped by an absolute legend of Australian board building. I rode this board at Manly beach, and Palm beach and then took it up to Byron Bay where my real addiction to Surfing really began. I was 27 years old, I could stand up, go left and right, put in a turn or two, and that was about it. I’d been a weekend warrior for years, but I knew in my heart I was a surfer. I was making an investment into the lifestyle that I had been pretty obsessed with since I'd seen that photo in a magazine, or Greg Watts had an impact on my life (part one), I was obsessed and yet never touched the water until I was 19. Byron Bay was a dream place for me. I had already landed a job at a Backpackers hostel as a driver, so plenty of time to surf between collecting people from the bus stop, touting them as they got off the bus and selling the benefits of our hostel to them. This was easy as we were the closest hostel to the beach, literally over the train tracks and in front was one of the best waves in Byron Bay, ‘The Wreck’. I surfed the wreck nearly every day for 8 months when it was good. We’d also head up the road to ‘The Pass’ and ‘Wategos Bay’, both iconic places and perfect longboard waves. This was what I was drawn to, the style of the longboard. The roots set back in the late 50’s through to the mid 60’s. Surfers like Phil Edwardes, Steve Bigler, Nat Young and MIdget Farrelly all inspired generations to adopt the style needed to surf gracefully. I loved it and that's what I wanted to do. End of!! I joined the Byron Bay Malibu Club and was taken under the wing of my dear friend Debby Ginger, and was honoured to represent the wonderful community. I was the only Pommie, and was so stoked to be part of this and something that inspired me when I later tried to recreate a club like this back in Brighton with the Harbour Malibu Club, and I hope that it did for a little while, until I moved to Cornwall. Sadly I snapped my Sam Egan at The Wreck, but replaced it with two beauties from Byron Shaper and club stalwart Brett Munro. I travelled with these boards up to Noosa, and back down the East Coast to Sydney. Australia was a blast and by the time I left in 1998 I was 100% blinkered by surfing. When I returned to the UK, I was lost, I did not want to be home but my visa had expired and I was ready for another adventure. After two months on a building site, I moved to Cornwall and worked with my old boss where I had done my college work experience. I stayed long enough to become a qualified surfing instructor, and then got on a plane to Lanzarote in the Canary Islands. I taught surfing 6 days a week, surfed after work every day and on my days off. I learnt to surf bigger waves. Waves of consequence I suppose, but as one of only six surfers riding longboards on the island it was a ‘real trip’. Surfing a bright yellow longboard on an island know for harsh localism was daunting, but I was not there to upset locals, to drop in, to be everything you see today in the water. I’d just come from Australia, where I'd spent most of my time surfing with Byron locals, like my Bosses Dougal and Lachlan Pennefarther, Brett Munro and the club members, and a bunch of Wreck Locals, and not had a single run in with anyone. Surfing is about respect and if you're going to invest, this is the key. Standing up is easy, gaining respect isn’t if you're going to be an idiot. In Lanzarote, I lived in a small village called Famara, and because I eat in the restaurants, drank in the bars, learnt to speak enough Canarian to get by, and as a sunburnt, red faced, blond haired surfer on a bright yellow longboard I stood out in the line up. But I was slowly accepted and because I sat wide on the peak at placelike La Santa, which was a more friendly wave, I didn’t get in the way, I never expected to be on the main peak, I was whistled into waves, the local lads, let me have some beauties, every day. I had one run in with a Canarian local at the renowned wave called ‘The Slab’ or the ‘esquera’ as it is locally called. It was my fault, I was paddling out through the peak, and not out and around, and as he paddled for the wave he caught my leash, he went absolutely mental and all I could do was say sorry ‘Pardone’, over and over. After a while, and after seeing him every time I surfed there and over on La Santa, I apologised until it became funny, and not that we became friends but we laughed when we saw each other. He was the one who would then whistle me into the waves. The only other run in I had was with a young lad who’d shout at me for supposedly dropping in on him, and turned out to be an English Timeshare salesman. He’d shouted at me in Spanish, and when I continued to say ‘No Comprende!’ he finally shouted at me in perfect English, which absolutely made my blood boil, when I confronted him, calling him out on his behaviour, and that he in fact had taken off behind me, as I was already up and riding, and there were only three of us in the water anyway so his reaction was totally pointless,after a few expletives and the offer of taking it to the beach, he backed down. He was the epitome of what I dislike about some surfers. He was playing at being a local and it backfired on him. The real locals at breaks like La Santa, and San Juan, worked, like myself in Famara, and I got on with them just fine. I suppose this post is really about what I learnt in those years. Yes I progressed my surfing and by the time I returned back to Brighton, I was working on aspects like noseriding and drop knee turns, but they were still aspirational. Two years surfing as much as possible in some amazing waves and yet I was still a foot from the nose and a little stiff!! But these two years, this chapter in my surfing life, from 27 until 30 years old, was unreal. I wish those surfers new to the sport today would follow this path, go and travel to a place where you daren’t upset a local, learn the unwritten rules (a post I’ll write soon), which is all over the internet so there’s no excuse, but at the same time have as much fun surfing as possible, ride what you want to ride, and just enjoy the progression. Australia and Lanzarote taught me so much about surfing, but it was also the experience of learning the other, more important elements that I often reflect upon. I reckon two years was also needed to learn wave judgement properly, how to read the weather, although my father was a yachtsman so some of this was passed down earlier in life. These two years have long passed and many chapters have come since. I’m no champion, I’m no standout surfer, but somewhere in this journey you might relate. Twenty three years have passed since I returned home from travelling and when I took up a teaching job at a college near Brighton, purely for the holidays, the lifestyle of a surfer really kicked in. Chapter three of this journey saw me travelling to some amazing places, surfing with friends, travelling with girlfriends, and on my own as surfing very quickly became an addiction. Note: As far as photos are concerned, sadly I have lost all trace in storage somewhere. If I find a few lifestyle shots I'll edit and add them in later. Whilst in Oz, I had my camera stolen so most of those memories are etched into a very fuzzy brain from that trip. Lanzarote, was pre-digital camera and I didn't even have one to take back then. In addition to this, no one really wants to take photos of surfers that aren't that good, and back then, I wasn't that good, but just to add some visual colour here's a recent one by the amazing 'Warbey', taken a Sennen a couple of years back. So Stay tuned to the Radius for part three of 'Surfing and Me where I have got a few more photos, just to prove I can surf!!  |
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