Surfing Saturday and a somnolent Sunday.

Well it was going to be a somnolent Sunday til I remembered I hadnt quite finished the jacket for this new arrival, Theo, who didnt want to leave the womb. But now had. So a bit of a mad hour sewing seams and buttons on.

I was then able to relax and have the somnolent Sunday. And reflect on the Surfing Saturday.

Many years ago I spent a year in Cornwall. And learnt to surf. I seem to remember having half a wet suit. The top half. Which was quite sufficient to keep me warm and comfortable.

I could not believe anyone could be so keen as to surf in the North East of Scotland. But they do.

In the North Sea.
I would now need at least a full wet suit, fur coat on top and a woolly hat. Oh - and Ugg boots.

A grey day in Fraserburgh tries to emulate Hawaii.

The moves are still the same.

But instead of a sun tan our surfers are distinctly ruddy faced. Note - this one has gloves on but no hat!!!
I hope he comes back up again without hypothermia.