My week of relaxing in Devon is drawing to an end, and I still have no news. Argh etc. At least I'll be distracted for the next few days. I'm going to an all-girl surfing school in Cornwall to learn how to surf.
I didn't realise it was an all-girls school when I arranged it but they are allowing me to go anyway. I'll be staying in a hotel with 15 other girls, well women really. It's a school for grown-ups. 15 lovely women from London who are getting away for a weekend, and me. Ding to the dong.
Right, I have to shave off my beard, find a good bottle of brandy to take with me (for night caps of course) and select my cravats for the trip.
4 comments:
It looks as if you made a felicitous mistake. But did you check whether it was a lesbian group?
Cow is laughing at the idea of a surfing school for girls....(teensy bikinis, giggles as they fall in, etc.)
Cow thinks Louche is going to have a really, really really good time!
Moo!
Topiary, don't raise the man's, er, hopes too high.
I covered Surf Sister – the only women's wave-riding academy in Canada. Manager Krissy Montgomery explained: "In California, it's easy to go to the beach with a board and bikini, and look the part. But anyone here is serious. You can't pretend to surf in Tofino."
The water's slightly warmer in Cornwall than off Vancouver Island, generally. So Louche is in for some TOUGH love...
You are going to need that brandy to warm up after surfing! Brrrrr!
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