Territorial Surfers

In certain surfing sets, in certain areas, you can expect to be welcomed to a beautiful, warm ocean with verbal abuse and physical threats. My beach, My girl, My waves so F*** off. Is an attitude taken by those known as ‘Nazi Surfers’… or locals. Travelling surfers in these parts are about as welcome as bung bag wearing tourists taking pictures as they eat their cheese and onion sandwiches on the London Underground.

Most beeches are inhabited by friendly folk, ‘Soul Surfers’, those that are there to get away from the hustle and bustle of dry land. They don’t mind sitting out back on the swell for a while to catch a wave. If they hear you shout ‘coming in’, they will give way, ‘there’ll be another one along in a minute’. Of course as soon as these ‘Soul Surfers’ find the perfect spot and become totally addicted to surfing like the rest of us. They’ll be so pissed if you start surfing where they are that the water around them will start to boil.