wanna see wanna see

For Whip:



I got a treat... it's making me feel better about my temporary move to Brighton.

Fish n pud

Yorkshire Pud from Roger Sharp on Vimeo.

I've been watching this video a lot in the last couple of days. We've had some swell too and the boys have been hopping with joy as their favourite reef breaks went off. I mostly watched and did some epic paddles around a smaller wave that I managed to catch ooh umm once. Still once is better than not at all. Then Chris came home and the swell disappeared... we had high hopes for Igor this weekend, but so far no dice.

This is good:
Ceann cropaig (a fishy haggis):
Fresh fish livers (Ling is best)
Oatmeal
Chopped onions
Butter for softening onions
Salt and pepper
A medium sized fish head (Cod is best, but Ling or another round white fish will do).
Clean the fish head well and take out all the gills and associated gunk. Soften the onions in a little butter, chop the livers and mix both with oatmeal, season generously and stuff into the head. Wrap in foil and bake in a hot oven for about half an hour. Serve with boiled tatties. Delicious.

More fishes

I've become a little obsessed with the idea of owning one of these:

I've been dreaming about them, seriously. I'm not sure what tint I want as I think if I decide on that I'll get my credit card out, and I really can't afford it. I dunno if I could even ride the thing. But oh how I want to try.

Last week I was mostly...

catching my tea


going for long walks across the moor, getting eaten my midges, taking cover in ancient beehive houses

and enjoying the apres surf

magic.

Connect four

I had a frustrating evening in the water last week, whilst Chris and lars were catching peaches, bombing down the line, I was stuck, never in the right place and utterly knackered. It knocked my cofindence some, though I tried to be philosphical about it, we all have shite days... Then the swell went and I didn't get out again for a week, til last Thursday. It was smallish and perfect at a particular reef break I've never surfed before and it was total magic. I dunno what changed but I was on it and having a brilliant time as the sun set over the Atlantic, it was busy too, most waves were party waves, but this didn't bother me, I just joined in. So I went back the next day and the next.. and today I surfed a heavy beach break, one I'd never gotten out back at before. It was tricky and rocky and closing out but I got a few and then... I turned, I did an actual turn from going left into the peak, turning and surfing right down the line. Oh. My. God. I am utterly delighted. It seems 4 days in a row have paid off, though doubtless I'll have another shite day soon enough. I'd like 4 weeks of swell now please.

Munro: bagged.

The mainland is good for a few things...



The summit of Ben Wevis, overlooking the bonnie Black Isle, Chris had never climbed the mountain he spent his youth looking at, and it was my first Munro.