Sunday, December 30, 2012

Last 'Supper'

In the aftermath of the Christmas Day swim at Sennen, Ben and self promised ourselves that; regardless of conditions; we'd get in with the bellies at least once more before the Woll Jnr's returned oop north.

And so we did later on yesterday afternoon a couple of hours before dark.

It was as it has been for most of the festive period so far; blown out mush and too heavy for the logs. But that mattered little to us.

There was also the important matter of getting that all important photo opportunity for the latest Grom from the Woollatt tribe, to be pictured with her first ever board; courtesy of those generous folks at Traditional Surfing Co.

Time will tell of course as to whether she 'gets into it' of course. But it won't be without plenty of encouragement and example, so there's a fair to middling chance. Daddy of course, took his time before realising that actually, this is just one of those things in life that gives the perfect 'buzz'. And, even though he waited until around the 10-11yo mark before taking the plunge, he has the (not indefinite) luxury of knowing that he had (has) a 20 year 'start' on his Old Man.

As for this session, what more needs saying than plenty of fun was had in the hour or so we braved the hail, rain, blinding low sunshine and wind?

Quite!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

No point in denying it. There was a bit of apprehension in the lead up to my (our-Ben & I) first ever Christmas morning swim.

We had our 'sticks' to cuddle up to I suppose. But with heavy showers falling intermittently from the moment we woke, right up to the short journey itself to Sennen; it was easy to dread the worst.

Thus, 3 generations of Wolls cast a varied picture in the car park as the many hardy souls; both participants and spectators; began to arrive in their droves down the hill after us.

A beady eye was kept out for Gav and his family entourage, although any thought of remonstrating with the chap who'd 'trapped' me into coming in the first place; never even remotely threatened to surface. Just as well really, as their arrival heralded an unexpected gift for the youngest of our party; Claire Tamsyn. At 14 months she is the now the proud owner of her first Traditional Surfing Co belly board - Grandma's next board painting project for sure!

No time to ponder however as the Event engulfed us before there was time to think. A quick dash down to the beach and an even swifter removal of Robies and other warmth providing items meant Ben & self piled on to the back of the crowd as the countdown reached it's conclusion.

The sun even deigned to pop out from behind a passing light shower as if to provide a 'Sign of Good Luck'

CHARGGGGGGGEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.....

The sprint in to the blue sea, that further out was providing plenty of action for the kite surfers, proved to be as 'invigoarting' as expected. Catching the first wave completed the job, but without the need for Vinny Jones to stride into shot with Staying Alive blaring out on his portable Bose.

Ben got a couple before riding in, while I stayed out a bit longer as I ....errrr...warmed to the task. Half a dozen more and I decided to head in to and hook back up with Gavin & his lad, Sam - in for the first time sans wettie. The guy had got in marginally after me and was technically out of the water before me. Not often then that I can claim a surfing victory over this accomplished all-rounder - so I will savour this one.

What's more. I think this open water swimming thing, particularly during less popular times; may have just 'bitten' me. Bring on more please!


Monday, December 24, 2012

T minus 18 hours......

...until Ben and I take to the water for the Sennen Christmas morning swim.

Got in (mit wetsuits) on Sunday to give boy a refresher course as he hasn't 'got wet' since April. We enjoyed an hour and a half of belly board fun in a fair sized, messy, but empty Godrevy.

Plenty of cliched questionning pre and post surf with regards to our sanity/water temperature etc from the promenaders with their (predominantly) Jack Russsell companions. But we didn't care.

We may 'care' a little after 11am tomorrow, but I am sure that armed with our Traditional bellies we'll brave everything the Atlantic can throw at us......