Up north
Standing on top of the dune, Ian and Caio realized that the North Wind, predicted the day before, confuses the line up and despite the noticeable swell increase, chopped and disordered waves are breaking across the spot. ‘’You’ve surfed here for years, what do you think of it? Is it worth it to go have a look further up the bay?’’ asked Caio with a broad smile and a barely concealed impatience. ‘’When it’s like this, we don’t waste any time in heading north’’ I answered and after a brief but pleasant drive through the green landscapes of Bigouden Country and the picturesque villages with their beautiful old stone churches that did not fail to attract the curiosity of the two Brazilians, we finally reach one of the most beautiful coves in the region. At the foot of low hills encircling the wild sandy beach, the water is clear blue and a nice little righthander is breaking, clean and sheltered. Ian was watching the end of the set and he immediately flung open the boot of their small rental car and tore into his wetsuit. ‘’We are here in the middle of Brittany and the waves are pumping, I wouldn’t be anywhere in the world right now!’’ Ian crows with infectious enthusiasm.
