Last weekend Sarah, I, and some friends of ours headed down to Devon for fresh air and the hope of some surfing.
On Friday night we borrowed a car, strapped our surfboards to the roof, loaded up with food, sleeping bags and friends and headed out of town. It didn’t take long to notice how friendly everyone was to us. Drivers let us pull into traffic, nobody hassled us driving a bit too slowly on the motorway, passing children waved.
On returning to London (the surf was very flat but we went in anyway!), I was carrying my board up the stairs to my flat and a neighbour of mine who usually passes by with a nod, engaged in a freindly conversation about surfing, camping and smoking dope.
There is only one conclusion: everybody loves a surfer.