Icy Surf Sessionsš
20th December, and the water temperature was a chilling 9 degrees Celsius. The waves were decent, the sun was shining but I am not sure my toes will recover from this freezing episode.
I love the fact I find myself in this country where my sister and I are not the only ones insane enough to go surfing in December: this usually quiet spot near Liverpool was packed with fellow wave-chasers, and even attracted a courageous soul sporting naught but a bikini and a festive Santa hat. I love the UK.
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Staying local these last few months has renewed my appreciation of our eccentric little island. Politeness, sarcasm, chips, and a hardy, warm people which even brave the icy seas in search of thrill. Being French and English, I enjoy having a foot in each culture. I can look on with the appreciation of an outsider, and look around with the gratitude (and borderline insanity) of a local.
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