It’s All Goddamn Beach Break
Last night was heavenly. The Retreat at Laguna is where we are lucky enough to be, I’m relatively tired, but watching the surfers and wandering the beach sucked any fatigue from me and hours passed in minutes. Ashly lay under the towering beach-front wooden palaces that probably belong to Bette Midler or Cameron Diaz, she just lay there as I stared at the Pacific and thought about a new cowboy hat – that’s what this place will do to you. We ate at The Deck and watched the faux tv stars being filmed for yet another reality tv show.
The surf was not as majestic as our last visit, the surfers struggled to catch any decent peaks and their cut-backs were weak. The longboard riders could not ride the nose….
Note the fake tone of authority in the above surfing passage. It’s all bollocks I learnt off ‘Apocalypse Now!’ and ‘Big Wednesday.’
