Richie and I made the journey up to Runton yesterday to get involved in some classic chop. The faces ranged from 4-6ft, with a definite “bobbies” element to the lineup. I managed to catch maybe 5-6 waves and endured a few wipeouts, one of which was kinda hardcore. I was cruising down the face and suddenly lost my footing. I hit the water so hard it felt like concrete, and sounded like a rather sharp punch to the side of my head. I came up a little shocked, shook it off and then returned to the lineup.
We managed 3 hours of surfing and then hung up our wetsuits and retired to the confort of the pub over in West Runton.
We supped on a couple of pints and relaxed in the sun for a few hours, all good. We then hit cromer pier, armed with fish and chips. It was a chilled evening, with the sun low on the horizon, but defintely warmer than when we had left that morning in the pouring rain.
All in all a good day out, and much better than 50% of the population who would have been sitting on the arses on the Sunday afternoon doing the nation’s favourite sport, slobbing out!