First Law proof

Of course with the new arrival, there's been absolutely no chance of escaping for a wave for the past three weeks. Odd moments of freedom get taken up with things that simply invade your time. Like work, for instance. Consequently everyone has been ringing up or emailing their congratulations, frequently ending the conversation with 'Oh yes, and it was going off today.....!" and keeping my cup from running over. There is a minute portion of pedantic pleasure to be gleaned from this heavy dose of surf starvation, in that it just goes to prove my First Law of Surfing in a recent post.

Luckily there's a backlog of work to catch up with, including uploading the recent Penzance Triathlon shots. The thing with surfing is that you never realise if you're breaking a sweat, as you get a cool rinse on every duck-dive, but these guys (and gals) were surely showing the strain at the end.

Though it made a change from shooting surf action, it was certainly chilly up on the hills. It doesn't look like a freezing day, but there was snow in North Cornwall that day. Not sure which I prefer least, standing on a freezing beach shooting surf, or standing on a freezing bend on top of a moor shooting cyclists.

On the plus side, with the complete lack of screaming babies, and variety being the spice etc, I suppose I should shut up and be grateful.

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