What an amazing few days we’ve had. The jet stream has cleared off up north again, allowing the Azores High to settle over us once more, restoring the balmy weather our shores are so famous for. There was a day of cracking surf, I didn’t take the GoPro because I knew that way I’d definitely have a good session, and there’s been a couple of superb days for stand-up paddling.
On one of these SUP forays, I couldn’t help but notice how clear the water was and that you could see the sea bed, even in quite deep water. The next day I headed out with me mate Jacko and the GoPro and we snapped a few shots from the depths. I don’t know how deep we were, but I’m sure it was over 20ft. Not crazy, but deep enough to take a bit of effort to get down there and three dives later, we were feeling as though we’d had a pretty good workout.
It was one of those rare days in Cornwall where you’re in and out of the water in just your shorts but not getting a chill. The feeling of swimming down into the ‘other world’ is something I expect to find in the tropics, not a hop, skip and jump away from my front door, so the novelty was all the richer.
For adding to the adventure was the way we got to Crantock Beach, from where we launched the SUPs, borrowed from my great mate Rob Small from Crantock Bay Surf School. Since the car park at Crantock was rammed, we decided to run to Pentire from my house, scramble down the side of the headland, swim across the River Gannel and walk across the sand to Rob’s cabin on the beach. On the way back our shorts dried before we got halfway home, magic. I tell you it was like being 11 years old again!