Watergate Bay.

The waves tell of ocean spaces,
Of hearts that are wild and brave,
Of populous city places,
Of desolate shores they lave,
Of men who sally in quest of gold
To sink in an ocean grave.

From 'The Three Voices' by Robert. W. Service

Words and beautiful images courtesy of Jemima Stubbs Photography

The beauty of having photographer friends is that they make you do things out of your comfort zone (like wearing a giant Native American head dress). This was a lot of fun! 

Community life with the Land Locked Surfers has made coming back to a house seem detached and lonely. We drank tea (and perhaps a few beers) made fires on the beach, sang, practised yoga and enjoyed all the aspects of living with a  bunch of awesome like  minded surfers! 

  


     



































Now for an exclusive on the blog...Mr Sunny (the wonderful boyfriend) has given me permission to include him in some of the photos. Here he is dragging me at the speed of light on a skateboard- true romance!

The above photo is actually taken by my friend TC, I've included it along with Jem's because I think Mr Sunny looks like a movie star and I look like a bag lady come to ask him something. Makes me laugh every time I look at it!

 This was a beautiful night we spent at Watergate Bay playing music and trying not to let the cold get to us! 

 This is Jem's beautiful little girl being a wild young thing (exactly how childhood should be)! 

The Land Locked Surfers stayed at beautiful Watergate Bay, Cornwall (UK) at Watergate Bay camping park. Join our facebook page to pop along to any of our other trips, as you can see we have a pretty rad time! 

Until next time... 

Stay strong and Surf well.
Love

Thrift Radiates Happiness.

I've probably used the 'thrift radiates happiness' phrase before but I am such a fan of the meaning that I'd thought I'd recycle it!

Today I set myself the challenge of spending £20 on clothes- no more, no less. Naturally if I had taken this homily sum to the high street I'd probably have been able to afford one top, unless I went to the not so ethical bargain stores that is, (I'll be honest I have succumbed to a bargain when the finances have been stretched, but I can't justify cheap clothes at the cost of another persons suffering. Its just not right). 

Instead I jumped on my bicycle and pedaled to my nearest town to scour the local charity shops (that would be thrift shops to my American readers). I love nothing more than going into a charity shop and having to rummage like I'm looking for buried treasure. I have very eclectic taste in clothing and have been known to wear anything from sequined biker jackets to floor length paisley dresses, so the jumble of clothes in a charity shop is like an Aladdin's cave to me. If I had to label myself I'd say I'm a hippie mixed with vintage sweetheart - the odd surfer girl style piece thrown in here or there! 

Today's bounty amounted to: 

2 designer paisley shirts
1 African style top
1 pair of never worn silk hippie trousers (still had the tag)!
1 knitted dress 

Not bad for £20! A while ago I was supposed to post about an upcycled lamp I made for a friend of mine, so as today's theme is very much about recycling here's a step by step guide to create your own handmade masterpiece. 

This Lamp does not contain a Genie. 

You will need:

An old lamp with fabric lamp shade (I got mine for £3)
Scrap material
A glue gun
Buttons, felt, ribbon and anything else you want to stick on.
Tracing paper (any old paper will do)
Pins
Scissors
Tape measure

To make:

1. Start by measuring the sectioned panels on the lamp shade so you know how big you need to cut the fabric.

2. Once you know roughly how big your squares of material are going to need to be, draw this onto paper, pin down to material and start cutting!

 


















3. Using a glue gun very carefully apply glue to the lamp shade and quickly add the squares of material (glue guns dry really quickly so its ill advised to put on loads of glue, your going to need to do it piece by piece).

4. Now comes the fun bit, once your lamp is completely covered with material then you can start gluing on felt pieces, or buttons. Use your imagination and go wild!

Voila your very own upcycled lamp! Happy crafting (perhaps in a flat spell...)

Stay strong, Surf well 

Love

Sophia 

x 

This is a blog post about periods.

*Disclaimer For poor surfers who've stumbled across this site via magicseaweed I suggest not reading the following post. This is not about surfing and the use of red is no mere accident....

 

 
If I were perhaps a better writer I could use posts to discuss current affairs, argue about gender inequality, the state of the economy or maybe even give my opinion about the debates surrounding foreign aid. But instead like the title suggests, I'm going to discuss periods. As a journal masquerading as a surf blog I should probably make some tenuous link to surfing - to be consistent of course - so here you are...

*TENUOUS LINK* 

Much like the tide is governed by the moon, a woman's body works in cycles and much like a sea breaking against rock, if you agitate a menstruating woman you are likely to meet the same fate a surfer does when wiping out over rock. Injury and/or Death. 

I can assure you this is not going to be an anatomically correct monologue about the woes of being a fertile woman. I'm actually of the mindset that periods are a natural, wholesome part of being female. I will NOT however be having any period parties soon to celebrate the red flower blooming (you can put away the bongo drums and gypsy skirts)... 

 

Instead I'd like to discuss the impact it has on my ability to rationalize. Without fear of giving the male populous an excuse to be ignoramuses, (I dare you to say to a woman 'oh are you on your period darling?' see what happens....and if you missed that sarcasm I am imminently worried for you), I do however think my abilities to resolve issues are hampered by the changes occuring in my body. 
 I am woefully emotional, I become clumsy, I'm rampant and I also happen to be irritated by things that for the majority of a month have had little impact on me.

Don't get me started on what my beloved boyfriend has endured the last few days. Antonio is no Saint but he's had to have the patience of one to navigate through my hormone laden arguements 

"Its not what you said its how you said it. Ooooh Ryan Gosling! I need felafel. Hug me I feel vulnerable..."   

  PMS otherwise known as -

1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching Spree
4. Puffy Mid-Section
5. Pimples May Surface
6. Provide Me with Sweets
7. People Make me Sick
8. Pardon My Sobbing
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pissed off Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff
13. Potential Murder Suspect

- should be dealt with in the following ways:

FOR MEN: Give a woman a wide berth when she is near menstruation. If impossible to avoid be tolerant, don't take anything personally and if she's really unbearable console yourself with the fact that after 5-7 days her baby making hormones will kick in again and she'll be rampant (or at least back to normal).

FOR WOMEN: Succumb to the madness, wear THOSE pajamas, allow a little comfort eating and do anything that makes you feel better. 

I find romantic films or shark documentaries work quite well...

Now my promise to you. I will not discuss periods ever again. EVER. 

Toodle Pip