A fruitless looking long weekend lay ahead. Rain. Onshores. Strong notions of ‘laying low’ after the previous weekend’s behaviour. Behaviour influenced by the boredom caused by the aforementioned rain and onshores and the precipitation of Expresso Martinis that that can and most likely will lead to. A vicious circle indeed.
A casual check of forecasts. France. Everything that could be wrong with a forecast is wrong. North Spain. Devil Wind. Portugal. Nup. Scotland. Nup. England. Please… Other distractions, not surf related but wholeheartedly enjoyable none the less; Barcelona is incredibly fun but we’ve rinsed it a fair bit. London is cold and the flight is full. Paris, we hit that pretty hard last week and it’s a just little premature to go back.
However what’s this? A blip somewhere cold, green, fickle but beautiful and overall romantically familiar is looking good. Actually really really good. Sneaky swell and favourable winds… We’ve got five hours until the only flight leaves, no tickets and a maxed out credit card.
Phone calls are made. iMessages back and forth. “Shit this is actually doable” Emails sent and followed by drumming of fingers on desk. “Shiiit emails are slow”. Back to phone calls. Gearoid is still in Portugal after a QS knockout and is raging to get home and surf. He doesn’t have a ticket. Boards and Cameras lie packed, hinting at a trip but un-sure of their destiny. Much like their owners. Grasping of hairs and constant iPhone checking. More emails. Travel agents with superpowers have got us tickets. Gearoid has a ticket. Life is fine and life is great. Invitations to beers and a dinner (we’re still very sorry) are politely blown off. We are so stupid. We are so clever. One high tail up the motorway. A full long stay car park. We’ll leave it in short haul and deal with that on the flipside. One Flight. One tiny hire car. 3 Guinness’s. Sleep.
And 24 hours later we are here. The waves have been pumping outside of our hostess with the mostess Noah Lane’s house and him and Gearoid have been ruling the roost. Forecast is looking promising with strong showers of Guiness over the bank holiday….
Thank you so much Monster Energy for letting us do fun things.