Winter Sessions on the Irish West Coast

Magic Sessions and Mischievous Injuries

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Deep Winter Barrels

Whilst most surfers search for a life of perfect waves in tropical climates all year round, Rosary is quite content with her ‘best-of-both’ philosophy. Her year is split quite neatly in two between “Home”: the cold, unforgiving, gems that the Irish winter occasionally delivers to those with patience and local knowledge, and “Away”: an escape from the  inconsistent Irish summer to adventures and perfect waves abroad on her hard earned winter wages. Continue reading

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Feature: Meet Kat Charles

Soul Surfing and Creative Living

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Lady Sliders

Surfer, photographer, explorer, artist, musician, creator, environmental activist…is there anything this little lady can’t turn her hand to?

This creative creature hailing from the depths of WA bounced onto my radar during my first trip to Morocco many moons ago. Kat was there working as a surf guide and soon took me under her wing and educated me on the many sketchy rock-offs found along Morocco’s wave rich coastline. Her extreme frothability was infectious and I jumped at the chance to go back and hang out with her when the season quietened down, giving us more time to explore. Continue reading

Mexico Sessions: Heading North

Floggings, Floods and Federals

Rosary taking it on...

Rosary taking it on…

Leaving me to my slightly less heart-in-mouth waves further south, Rosary set off on her journey, two overnight buses north, with the promise of the big heavy beachies that Mexico is famous for. Setting up her tent, her home for the next two months, Rosary settled in to her new spot. I was only a little ashamed that I had ditched my tent and opted for an $8 a night room after she left, but I was craving some creature comforts. Continue reading

Mexico Sessions Tres

Magic Sessions and Chasing Sandbanks

Rosary dawny!

Rosary dawny!

With me still out of the water, on injury time, we packed up our tents and got back on the road. Rosary had convinced me to reluctantly purchase a tent, saying it was the only way to travel Mexico. She was right of course but  I did miss the comforts of a fan! Picking up two mad Irish lads Garret and Fionan that we knew from Indonesia, we scored some super fun waves,  experienced a yearly local fiesta and met some interesting characters. Continue reading