A lovely left

I was scrolling through Sharpy's always interesting site yesterday when I encountered the image shown above.

I was shocked. This secret spot is just round the corner from me, and it breaks like this every day. Now everyone will start coming down to the far west of Cornwall, when, for over two years of blogging, I've been telling everyone how rubbish the surf is here.

But wait, who's that knocking at the door? It's a man in a white coat. He's speaking to me in a soft, gentle fashion, saying "The surf where you live is rubbish. You have conjured this wave from a desperate need to surf a decent left-hand point break. A strange and curious fantasy, because you're a regular footer, but it's not the first time. No matter. What's important right now is that you realise that this wave is miles from your home. It is in a faraway place called The North."

He leaves, I sigh. He drives away, I go for a walk. He reaches the A30 at Penzance, I climb the hill at PK. There, beneath me, is a wave just like the one above. Honest. If you don't believe me, ask Sharpy.

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[Jay]

as a goofy footer that looks like heaven...