And as Storm Callum ravages the UK, I sit here on my desk, warmed by the heater and sipping a mug of hot tea looking at these images of little T surfing over the summer and wishing I could could go back to those moments on the beach, watching my little girl as she misses a wave and has to do it all over again with that determined look on her face I love so much.
After several tries, she manages to pull herself up and ride with the wave. I asked her once what it was like, she said it’s like being on top of the world!
And she loves it. She absolutely loves it and it’s also a thrill to watch her from ashore. I don’t worry about her, because my husband is never far from where she is. Admittedly, the waves here in Widemouth Bay in North Cornwall can be very rough, but he’s never far and we also make sure that there are lifeguards around.
If you happen to find yourself in North Cornwall next summer and you think you or your kids would be interested to learn how to surf. Do contact Miles, little T’s coach. He was brilliant with her and her friends. He had them all standing by the end of the first lesson. Click here to find out more about him. He is the best coach in the area.
Back to reality, as I hear the winds thrash our house and the surrounding trees in our garden and I’m reminded that summer is indeed over and that I’m wearing wooly socks to keep my feet warm from the cold.
Wouldn’t it be great though if we could step into these photographs of our summers on the beach, lighting our old rusty bbq, and staying till sunset and till the last of the surfers are gone.