I catch one more then come in for a rest, Al and Keith decide they need a rest too from laughing and stop politely to get their breath back before laughing again. The break just needs a bit more water to stop the comedy falls so we pull out the packed lunches to fuel up. From a distance our setup looks like the perfect advert for surf adventure and to explore more. Up close it’s more like feeding time at the zoo and a great incentive to diet as we eat what we brought and stuff we hadn’t (6 month old semi molten Kit Kats Al didn’t even know he had in his glovebox). There’s no shops or cute surf cafes round here, thank goodness, it’s one of the charms apart from the perfect waves. It also gives you the ability to smell out your mates abandoned chocolate stash from 500M. A solitary surfer approaches, normal protocol would dictate that surfers are cool and SUP is not so we expect a greeting as welcome as wee in your wetsuit boot. As mentioned though, we are far from civilisation and have the essentials of food and water which makes this hungry and dehydrated surfer the quickest recruit and convert to the ‘Friends of SUP’ fan club I’ve ever met. It’s actually the best thing about heading to remote spots, away from the normal hierarchy of crowded breaks you get a chance to meet likeminded people.
“ That’s the great thing about our sport, all we need for adventure is all we need to sup: a board and a paddle ”
