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Bude Surf Report and Forecast

Wednesday (pronounced /ˈwɛnzdeɪ), This day is between Tuesday and Thursday. The name is derived from Old English Wodnesday, meaning the day of the English god Woden, a god in Anglo-Saxon England until about the 7th century. Wēdnes dæg is like the Old Norse Oðinsdagr ("Odin's day").

So thank Odin when your getting shacked mid-week.......

Lewis Stritch Moviedrome

Our boy Lewis when not eating pastys.

Jolly Roger

There's this man we know. You might know him too. Most people in this area do. His name is Roger Tout, and he makes surfboards. A lot of surfboards. So many surfboards in fact, we're pretty certain his body mass must now be at least 45% fibreglass.

Roger also tells stories. If you ever get a spare 30-45 minutes, we'd wager there aren't many better ways to spend slack time than to take in a tale from Mr Tout.

Here's a classic shot of Roger, back in the day, wearing a wetsuit that we can only approve of.

Sunday lunch

Grumpy-Go-Round

Our friend David (above) is actually, believe it or not, a happy soul. But even the happiest soul often has a scratchy, grouchy underbelly. And Davids underbelly was gloriously revealed when the fairground came to town recently.

Miffed that the noise from the popular family attraction (that had pitched up in the car park below his flat) was still keeping young children smiling and families happily entertained at a crazy 10pm, he did what any grown man with a stout measure of joie de vivre would do. He moaned about it. He moaned about it to his girlfriend, to his friends, to his cat and to facebook. As to why he didn't just march down and confront the burly fairground workers on their blatant inconsideration of his enjoyment of ITV's 'Britains Got Talent', we can only assume it's because he didn't want to be turned into candy floss.

Humphrey

This is Humphrey.

Humphrey is a dog.

Humphrey has a few 'conditions', but we love him dearly none-the-less.

Humphrey makes a throaty grunt when he's happy. Scratch him behind the ears, he goes all out.

As for the tongue, well, it kind of has a life of its own. Humphrey just lets it do its thing.

We think Humphrey is pretty much the coolest-looking dog in the world.

See you soon Humphrey.

Feeding - runs in the family.

My staff like a holiday.

It feels like they could give Judith Chalmers a run for her air miles. It's Emmas turn to vacate this time, packing in a small trip before the season really kicks in - she's off to a sunny Greek island whilst the rest of us work twice as hard so that she can frolick on Mediterranean beaches.

We're just a bit jealous - speaking for myself, the furthest I've been in the last 6 months is Bodmin. But none of us here are complaining: Emma can go wherever she likes so long as she keeps inadvertently leaving us weeks worth of food which we plan to eat, in a shameless fit of gluttony, within the next hour.

Thanks Em!

Superdog.

The surf is good today.

We know it.

And Superdog knows it too.

Nana's been feedin'

Emmas' Nan has been a bit over-generous throughout Spring.
Loading Emmas lunchbox up with delightful but artery-offending treats as she does, which eagerly get passed on to myself and Tom, well, as you can probably see, it's done us no good at all...

Hold the soft cheese, we're hitting the treadmill.

tis raining......

It raining quite a lot here in Bude on this Tuesday that feels a bit like a Monday.

But the holiday makers and cheery locals are still on the prowl and at the end of the day it's only a bit of water so we are still gonna hit it hard!