This session was always going to have shape to it. A few days ago, a system had been tearing towards Europe on a less-than-ideal trajectory for some, but it was certainly due to deliver swell to a few of the more sheltered spots of this here Old Continent.
Cornwall in the UK has a plethora of nooks, crannies and dramatic coastline. The saying goes, if there's swell, you'll find waves in some part of those rugged pastures. Getting there may have been an issue, mind.
The day before, the Duchy was coated in a flurry of snow. And when there's even a whiff of the white stuff in the UK, roads grind to a crunching halt. Cars are abandoned along main roads, people opting to walk in a 'blizzard' rather then sit and wait. So the snowpocalypse begins. This was Thursday.
By Friday, and the day this session you see went down, the roads were ice rinks. It was all good luck and hope and pray when travelling anywhere. And if you did travel, it was more, you'll be there dreckly rather than any specified time.
Yet for those who made the somewhat perilous journey to this much-loved Cornish setup, they were greeted with backlit tubes, the light transforming each wave into a deep shade of seafoam green. Sure, there were a few creased boards (longboard legend Ben Skinner took a curtain to the head, after making a number of bombs), but what transpired was something special – be it the journey through those rough conditions, the flawless shape of Kernow's premier wave or the comradery that goes with both, Friday was a day to remember. Enjoy.