Sometimes, just sometimes, a last ditch throw away effort can rescue the day – there are no guarantees, but don't let that stop you.
Picture this.
It's cold, overcast and the sound of pattering rain on the garage door is making it difficult to ignite the want to go surfing. But the surf is good.
An internal tug of war begins between the sofa and the ocean. Warmth and Netflix is appealing and presents a stronger case. You sit down. BUT, the surf is good.
Go to the garage, grit your teeth, turn your wet wetsuit right side out, throw in a star jump to fool yourself that it will count toward warming up and stretching. Then go, go, GO! Sometimes, just sometimes, they are the best surfs.
An hour or so later, your stoked and deserve a beer.
A brief tangent to show a late push can save the hour.
And that is what happened on this day. It had been slim pickings for an hour or so. It's like that occasionally; the eyes just aren't tuned in.
The camera stays out but the agenda has changed. Home is calling and surrender accepted. BUT, there must be picture somewhere. The last ditch throw away effort was a simple route change around the back of town, passing the Newquay Bus Station.
Now, I doubt these shots will make the final draw towards the end of 2026. Yet, the wall of red from several buses stacked for departure sent my eyes into a buzz; and it is this that I am happy with.
