How do you measure a year? Like grains of sand falling between your fingers, those three hundred and sixty five days can slip by quite unnoticed, as do the infinite number of possibilities that pass us by each day, leaving nothing behind but invisible traces of a life that could have been… But every now and then the flow of sand stops. The final grains fall, soundlessly joining the soft mound of memories made… A year has gone by. The anticipation of the past twelve months has brought you full circle before you even know it. You might step out of the year just as you step out of your front door every morning, wearing the same shoes, drinking the same coffee; it could very well be this day last year. You might trip up over the threshold, just about steadying yourself before that coffee spills all down your new shirt. Or you might tumble out backwards, caught off-guard by the sudden halt in momentum and knocking your head on the way out. Rubbing the …
Ah Hossegor, j’adore. A place where year abroad paperwork and French university timetables were replaced by rolling waves and peaceful pine forests…
My two week trip to the Teardrop of India took me from coast to jungle to hill country and back again.
Known for its world-class waves and beautiful beaches, Peniche was the perfect patch of Lisbon coastline for a group of 20-something year old dudes and dudettes frothing for a bit of pre-exam season sun and surf.
“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail of to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.”
Sun, surfing, sangria… An incredible week of surfing was had in Portugal with Exeter University Surf Club and Maximum Surf Camp.
My beloved polaroid camera accompanied me on my trip to South West France, where we spent a week camping and surfing in the beautiful Basque Country. Here are some polaroid memories from our week with Star Surf Camps.