We can no longer escape the inevitable in these parts, winter is descending. Stinky wetsuit boots are just around the corner along with thick neoprene and numb extremities. Waddling down the beach like a covert Michelin man is nigh. But a little discovery I made this summer is going to make it all a little more bearable. I’ve possibly found the best post-surf invention ever.
Batten down the hatches and bed in for the winter.
Check the weather charts every day.
Explore the reef on spring low tides.
Get to be so that you tell the time by the tide and not the tide by the time.
Watch.
Wait.
Be patient.
Tell the boss your car wouldn’t start.
Forget unreliable surf report websites, frozen webcams and gas guzzling hunts up and down the coastline - there’s a new way of checking the surf. Tweeting.
September sessions here in Cornwall are normally the best of the year, but this year the surf was pretty dire. But just when it seemed like it was going to be one of the worst autumns I can remember, October turned up with the goods.
A winter jaunt in Celtic climes is strictly for the keen… The waves are fickle and dicey, there is no predictability, but this can add to the pleasure. Dan Crockett and Greg Welch capture moments of joy amid the chaos.
Some fly thousands of miles in search of winter respite, others find it on their own doorstep. For Matt Samuel, uncovering a Devon gem was more accidental than intentional.
Hands, hearts and minds
Meet Zephaniah Carrigg, purveyor of functional and beautiful surf craft.
La-La Kernow style
A photo essay of Cornish Alaia riding
September Sessions
Mark Sankey and Alexa Poppe discover Autumn's aquatic gifts
Bonzer guys
Mark Sankey discovers Bournemouth's hidden Californian connection.
Salt & wax
Mark Leary's latest work deviates sharply from the usual surf photography portfolio.
Fathers & Sons
A world away from the average commercial surf competition, Fathers & Sons celebrates the original Hawaiian spirit.
