The Smell of a WIN

I'm quite stoked this morning. I won a surf competition yesterday. Ok, it was no ASP tour, it was a little contest amongst friends and locals at the beach I've surfed my whole life. But still, after a pretty horrible weekend with little sleep and big blues, I managed to pull off 1st place in the 12 person longboard division. So I'm better at it than at least 11 people in the world. Cool.

The organisers, a couple of RNLI lifeguards, had made some great trophies from driftwood and assorted beach treasures. Mine now adorns the spot above the woodburner, right where it was always meant to be. It was so sweet - scoring was on a scrappy piece of paper with an unforgiving biro and heats were thrown together around peoples Sunday schedule. Contestants were judges. It was rounded off with an intense curry, plus naan, poppadoms and (as befits and compliments every good indian meal) lots of pizza. Beers were half price. Everyone was exhausted and smiling for the prize giving, just as the sun set. All as it should be. Ace. C