The Patient Wade has been spotted. After lying low for some weeks, during which he had a couple of excellent surfs at head high Spot S, surfed the Magic Salt Pond Reef and lived to tell the tale, before semi-dominating the peak at ankle-tapping Spot H, a series of disastrous surfs at Spot G have seen him enter THERAPY once again with Messrs Pangloss and Fonseca.
Said The Patient: "I paddled out the other day to surf the Point with Aerial Attack. I'd been telling him earlier how I'd put together some fine rides of late, so much so that the obligatory cock-up in front of a Bleakley family member (in this case, a slip on a waxless part of the board on take-off in front of Jonty Henshall) could be forgiven for Verily I Had Crossed Over Into The Realm Of Being Consistently OK On A Surfboard (or ship, as the MoD prefers). Needless to say, I tempted fate. Intimidated by the array of surfers at the Point, whom I had never seen before but decided must be hot-shots, I entered Negative Head Space and had a shocker. Aerial Attack got wave after wave but I only had two and neither was anything to write about."
Asked why, in that case, he was writing about the experience on this blog, The Patient said that his MEDICAL ADVISERS had told him that writing was a form of THERAPY.
"In any event," said The Patient, "it's got to be better than driving like this lunatic and trashing your boards, an image which wended its way to me courtesy of Al Mackinnon. Or has it?"
Pictured courtesy of Ocean Image: Alex Wade at the helm of the Barnabas. But that's another story.
