2nd Surf Trip 2005
From ICCC
People
- Ralph 'Smoking in boat expert' Evins
- Mark 'You buried my boat?' Flower
- Jim 'Yes Miss' Pullen
- Claire 'Miss' Appleton
- Claire 'Frisbee girl' Browne
- Neil 'Hydrodynamics of kayaks' Murray
- Lorraine 'Spraydeck muppetry' Murphy
- Yuki 'Golf with a paddle' Ishii
- Nina 'Yes, I complain about him too' Brixey
Trip Report
Mark picked me up at 2:40, and we missioned off to Shepperton to spend the £166.03 left in the equipment budget on helmets, throwlines, paddles and gaffa tape. Then we proceeded to Asda to spend a remarkably small amount on food for the weekend. We got the minibus a bit stuck in the carpark on the way out. Back to the union to collect people and to examine Jim's cup full of semi-dead cockroaches (cheers Jim).
Next to paddington for boatage, then off Devonwards. We picked up Claire in Swindon, and my directions were perfectly accurate, whatever Mark says. We did the classic drive off to get petrol and abandon half the group in the services thing, and made it to the campsite very late. We parked in the middle of the field, set out camp, and went to bed ridiculously early.
The next day was warmish but cloudy, with no surf. Even less than last surf trip. We looked at a very flat beach a woolacombe, then changed plans and went to Croyde instead. We then spent some time catching tiny waves. The duo managed to hit someone nevertheless. We then decided to paddle round the headland to Putsborough. It was about as interesting as you'd expect.
On arrival Mark was sent off to get the bus from Croyde. We spent the intervening time burying his boat, and playing golf with a polo ball and a paddle. Eventually the bus returned, everyone got changed and went back to the beach for some brief subbathing. We soon headed back to the campsite and commenced barbequeing. Putting all the coal on at once provided so much heat that everyone was pretty soon well fed, and jim even turned down some chicken wings.
We played frisbee for a while, then retired to the big tent for some drinking. Everyone went to bed disgracefully early again.
There was even less surf on the Sunday, so the boats remained on the roof. We spent a few hours sitting on / walking along Saunton beach. Mark put the big tent up and sat in it. Then it blew over, but he wasn't in it at the time.
We left early and returned to London, via Swindon's infamous magic roundabout once again.
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