Moving
Tumblr has locked me out if here on everything other than an android app, so I’ve upped sticks. Now I’m over here http://dragonhilldiaries.com - pop in when you get a chance.
West Coast surf camp - June 2013
Since moving back to the New Forest I’ve rediscovered mountain biking, the trails aren’t technical but there’s a few fun hilly sections and plenty of mud about! Not surfed in a good while so getting on the bike has been a welcome distraction however I will sample some South Coast soup soon and report back.
A kitchen vista.
Make some dust…….
Blackpool
I’m pretty scared of heights and hence have a fear of getting loosely strapped into something that’s going to climb very high and then hurtle you towards the ground, so considering I’m not a particular fan of Blackpool either you can quite rightly be confused as to why I battled 7 hours of torrid motorway to go on The Big One.
It wasn’t my idea this Blackpool trip, the family forced me to do it and standing in the queue for the Big'un listening to the announcement tape (that I think is supposed to get you amped up) saying that you’ll reach 85mph, climbing 250ft on one of the biggest coasters in Europe and be placed under loads of over 3G (not the phone signal G) I was bricking it. I wanted to bail out even more when I saw that only lap belts kept you in the car- not the re-assuring over the shoulder jobs that weld you in place. In the end I took some advice from my sister’s boyfriend who just approached the ordeal in a different way - ‘it’s a task that has to be done, just get through it and you might enjoy it at the end’
And actually he was right, I survived and the Big'un was pretty damn fun, I’d even go on it again, I’d have to figure out a different way of getting up there than the M6 though - that’s a ride I don’t want to repeat.
Love this guy’s work, some inspirational photographs all with a great atmosphere and feel to them, this one of a remote spot somewhere in the South West of England is a gem.
Easterly winds, sunshine and small swell in spring - Woolacombe, North Devon
K-Grind, circa 2010
Not sure if I can still do these to be honest, haven’t picked up the skateboard in a while, over a year I think. The place in the pic evokes some fond memories though…. Growing up as kids this was one of the only spots near us that had a skateable curb and was undercover - so when it rained a lot and you were in need of a roll around and a few grinds this was the go-to spot, the curb was tiny as well so a great place to learn new stuff and then take it to bigger ledges which was always a bit of a learning curve. For ages I had tailslides dialed at this Subway spot but couldn’t ollie high enough to get them locked in on bigger ledges, it took months till I got there but with most things if you set your mind to it and practice - you’ll get there. I must admit I really do miss the days of rolling around the skate park and hanging out with friends all afternoon having so much fun you forget to eat (well some of us did) and only stop when the sun goes in but we can’t stay kids forever… Or can we?
No more heroes any more….
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