Crystalline

Clean, crisp morning, pre-work refresh, sun tingly above the horizon to paint the sky in an orange glow. Even the monstrosity that is the surf club looked good in this light. After weeks of Summer time air temperatures, pushing the boundaries into the realms of the late-twenty degrees on a regular basis, this was the first day when the Winter steamer would have been welcomed. Brisk Westerly winds stripping the meagre warmth that the Summer suit provides. Sets still infrequent but at least the odd rideable one and the hungry crowd of days before are satiated enough to make the crowd manageable.

This is more like it

No rain for weeks? It's like surfing in Evian

Commuting

Seagulls have reclaimed the beach post-Summer buzz