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If you have ever seen and old blue ’99 Vauxhall van screeching around Cornwall, you have probably seen Sam Lewis. Fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he fills in the melody which his dodgy radio can not. 

Sam is marked by modesty and let’s his photography speak for itself. Do not be detoured by his greenhorn like status, as he seems to see the world in a truthful dimension and navigating where he needs to be whilst in the water. 

Kike Rubio bearing down from the peak

Kike Rubio bearing down from the peak

Sam seems to work off the rhythm of the day, and this day in particular we found ourselves heading towards Perranporth Beach which has about a three mile beach accompanied by breathtaking views at the Chapel Rock. This local beach is a place of surf legends and injected with the ‘New school’ surf groms that ride everything that the Atlantic Cowboy ripples and slings towards the shores. 

The standard Sainsbury’s (other supermarkets are available) pickup, 

Bruce, “Howzit Lewis !?” 

Sam “Wass’on boy” 

Two different cultures that share the same vocabulary in the ocean. 

Kai Thomas

The young Kai Thomas teaching a thing or two

The sun is up and the wind offshore, the change in season’s is on the horizon, introducing a cold bite to the morning air. Surf check, van parked and ‘wetties on’, you got everything I ask Sam ? ‘Yeah mate, let’s go !’ Half way down the beach, and he has forgotten his flippers, again!

Stop gassin Lewis, the waves are cooking as head height wedges roll down the sandbars illuminated by the 10 a.m sun that is sitting comfortably amongst a royal blue canvas. 

We paddle out and find a peak, out and about is local boy Kai Thomas, this quality young surfer positions himself well along the waves and draws clean lines with deep bottom turns.

An unknown surfer silhouetted against the Perranporth backdrop

An unknown surfer silhouetted against the Perranporth backdrop

A couple of Newquay locals show up for some fun and we chat about and enjoy the environment that’s we are in. Sam manages to manoeuvre himself well in the line-up and snaps shots of feelings experienced by surfers far and wide. A feeling of stoke. 

With an appetite safety worked up and the loss of feeling in our toes, we headed back to reminisce the surf over a hot coffee and a pasty.

The thing I found so humbling about this day was, not the fact it was double over head barrels, but rather a day almost all surfers can recognise and relate too. A handsome surf with your mates along the coast of a sunny Cornwall. 

Words by Bruce Collingwood. Photo’s by Sam Lewis

Author Bruce Collingwood, when he isn't writing he is charging

Author Bruce Collingwood, when he isn’t writing he is charging

Surfer Kike Rubio

Surfer Kike Rubio

Bruce Collingwood

Bruce Collingwood once more into the breach

Bruce Collingwood once more into the breach

Bruce Collingwood

 

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