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 …
The first week in my new home was spent scouting out surf spots, running routes and the best boulangerie to find a gâteau basque.
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.
As well as a day trip to Biarritz on my recent surf trip to France, we also travelled across the Spanish border into San Sebastian. Set amid rolling green hills and a picturesque beach on the beautiful Bay of Biscay coast, the views from the city are surreal; I was half expecting to spot the Christ the Redeemer statue of Rio de Janeiro perched on top of one of the hills.
During my week surfing in South West France, we took a day trip to the glittering surf town of Biarritz. Located on the rocky coast of the French Basque Country, this opulent seaside town boasts beautiful 19th century architecture as well as some of Europe’s best waves.