The Lost Art of Going Straight In The Soup

When we rolled upto the beach last saturday morning i expected it to be completely flat and braced myself for just a swim, but the night before served us a tiny windswell. When you go the timing exactly right and optimized body posture for maximum hydrodynamic efficiency, sometimes a broken wave (since there were no shoulders) pushed us all the way in. When we went straight that is.

Recovering a lost art (and just floating in the sea) made me smile quite a bit!

my new old favourite board, the ultra XXL double-hander handplane, the Baby Shark Vampire: