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.

Thunderbirds are go...

No big water days

Not paddled whitewater for ages, and I'm not training hard enough at the moment, but I did go skiing.




There was lots of powder.
Which was nice.

Old photos...

...are great; you find stuff you'd forgotten about.

Lacking in gnar

Just back from a polo tournament at Stratford. Despite wearing a face guard, I managed to get hit in the lip and teeth with a paddle.
I was most dissappointed that no blood was drawn, as that would have made me look proper gnarly. It hurt a bit though.

Ali and me talk tic tacs, or polos. One of the two. Or something.

Me, paddling about.

The End.

Everybody needs a montage

Not paddled any white water for a while, been training a little bit for polo as we are mid league season at the moment.
Training in the dark can be a drag, but its all worth it;

(Photo London Internatonal 2006, courtesy of Michael Punter)
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