Years go by relentlessly and as I once heard: days go by slowly, the years go fast. One year nowadays seems to feel like a 365 days ritual with the right fruit to go along as well as the right fish. As surfers we also look upon the year with the anticipation of the right swell, the perfect day, in between the slow days without surf and that’s it, happy New Year!
Now it’s summer and there’s a promise off an arriving swell, it’s been flat, seas are calm, moon is getting bigger and chances are that the Atlantic throws at us another great summer session.
I for myself always miss the winter and all that it represents. Feels like it was yesterday we saw this break on a perfect winter swell, the perfect wind direction.
Somewhere in Peniche, not small for connoisseurs of this break.