Oh Mamma, I wanna go Surfing

Wake up
It’s a beautiful morning
Honey, while the sun is still shining
Wake up
Would you like to go with me?
Honey, take a run down to the beachOh, mama
I wanna go surfing
Oh, mama
I don’t care about nothing
Well The Drums say it all really, it was a beautiful morning, and we did take a run down to the beach. There are many things that these lyrics and rather idyllic photos don’t reveal, such as the sprint down in a hail storm when we first arrived, the rather un-elegant attempts to bounce ourselves into wetsuits, not to mention the even more ridiculous attempt to peel back out of them in the back of my car.
However with 5mm-thick foam insulated masterpieces keeping our blood pumping, we launched, paddled, splashed and mainly flopped into the North Devon sea for what can only be described as an afternoon of attempts. There goes my theory that surfing makes everyone look cool.
Croyde Beach provided the perfect location for a weekend road trip, and if flailing around in the sea wasn’t enough, the packed lunch decked with cheese and pickle sarnies, left over birthday cake and hula hoops galore made it the perfect way to spend a Saturday. Maui eat your heart out…



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