Hurley; the worst kept secret in the UK

So, hands up who hasn't heard of Hurley?

Everyone knows about it. I've lived about an hour from it for over a year now and until recently had never been.
I was sceptical to say the least, but decided to give it a go after an invite from some guys in my club. I am a convert. It was great. Nice wave, deep pool behind it. Friendly locals. Sunshine. No eddy queue. It's like this all the time right...?

(From top to bottom: Chris, Me, Mark. Photos taken by Chris, Kate and Me)
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Its April, fools

Sunday rolled around again, and instead of the usual eating toast and drinking tea routine, I went paddling with tea-fuelled coaching impresario Chris Eastabrook and Katie (a medic-to-be from Warwick Uni).

The sun was shining, and we had a cracking day out.



We also seriously pushed the boundaries of the emerging 'slopestyle' scene; below is just one example. Keep an eye out for copy-cat 'slopestylers' on a river near you.