In the dim morning light of our bedroom I gingerly opened half an eyelid, decided that as the children were still asleep in their beds, whatever response was required could be delivered with both eyes firmly shut.
“Is it too crazy that I really really want to go and buy a surfboard and a wetsuit and just do lots of surfing now?”
A small pause while the rain smacked into the window above my head, and the distant hum of the waves crashed and broke in the background.
Another pause for jumbled thoughts.
“But we could hire you one for a bit if you’d like”
And so we did. From the bottom of the car park/caravan site gatehouse down at Putsborough came a wetsuit of appropriate size and a well loved full sized surfboard; perfect and we didn’t even need to carry it down the hill.
I know H loved having it out in the waves, and he made it to his feet a few more times over the course of the day (though clearly not captured on camera this time!), but for Kitty this was possibly the most exciting new toy ever! We dug a hole to put the fins in so that she could pretend surf on the sand and she showed she’d clearly been paying attention to H’s lesson!
Although I’m not sure I remember him doing that trick – unless she’s pretending to fall off.
But my favourite moment was when H decided to give her a little go in some actual waves. It was the end of the day and with the low tide the surf had calmed to more of a smoosh than a crash on the shore so we headed out into the shallows to see what she made of it.
And it seems that perhaps H isn’t going to be the only stand up surfer in the family. It’s not that I think we’re hatching the next surf genius or anything, which can only be a good thing given where we live, I mean I know Ellen MacArthur sailed around the world from landlocked Derbyshire but there are at least places in or near Derbyshire where you can learn to sail; the same can not be said for surf and Warwickshire, but she did stand up quite happily wobbling away as the waves rolled in, clinging to H, with the biggest beaming smile.
We’ve promised her a lesson when she’s eight!