No Fly Zone

The silver lining on the Icelandic ashen clouds that are still calmly bringing the European airline industry to it's knees, was that on Sunday morning, instead pulling over in laybys to be sick all the way to Newcastle, I got to nurse my hangover from the sunny comfort of my neighbour's garden. The fact that the surfer who was going to be my Northern county guide was stuck overseas without a flight to get home, was the nail in the coffin to scoring a county on the East coast today. It's always a gamble pulling out of a trip, and the worst bit is checking the waves on the net when it comes to the day you were meant to be there. But sunrise today showed a slightly smaller than expected swell hitting the NE counties... fun, yes, and better than any surf down in Cornwall just now, but a shadow of it's true potential. So I was nudged into making a call, and if we get some swell hitting the UK in the next 2 weeks it will probably have been the right call, but only time will tell. In the meantime, here's a leftover sequence of an Oli shove-it from the Cornwall/Devon score.