The trouble with surfing is that it's such a flipping laugh that as soon as you've satiated the appetite for a wave, you're back planning, checking, sussing out when you might get in again. This appetite for wave riding, coupled with limited daylight opportunities this time of year AND setting up a company is very hard work. In my case I'm sharing only a fraction of the burden of the planning and organising but it means the majority of my spare time is taken up with 'jobs'. So when I'd spent two full days this weekend scotchbrighting, hammeriting, scrubbing and someone told me it was shoulder high and clean as a whistle on the south coast on Saturday and similar on the north coast on Sunday I wanted to cry, cos all of a sudden it's Monday again and I'm back at my desk for another week.
Boo hoo, woe is me.
So if you had a fab surf or two this weekend, tell me all about it as I sit here sucking lemons!