Not much to report on the surf this weekend. Except that I missed it on Saturday (a long week and a late night in combination meant rising hours too late); Marcus made sure that I knew it in the nicest possible way. No gloating, no raving about the quality, just a short text commentary that said it all "3-4ft, great fun, stayed out for hours".
Sunday, repeat prescription on the sleep but at least got into the water for a few hours of slightly bumpy, slightly shorebreak-y waves. Where I sighted the first blue bottle of the season (more on this in another post). Summer's almost here.
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