We live in a bunch of damp little islands sat out in the Atlantic. We get a lot of weather. Which is why we love to talk about it so much. In sunnier climes, California for example, people don’t talk about the weather, as it’s sunny and nice most of the year. Doesn’t make for good small talk-“So it’s sunny, blue skies and not rained for weeks again.” ‘Yep, err, later dude...’We love to talk about the weather as we get more of it than most. Which is one of the reasons that being a surfer on our chunks of rock sitting off the edge of Europe is a good thing. As long as the weather is in a constant state of flux then we’ve got a shout at getting some waves. If a big summer high is sat out in the pond then we are knackered. Thankfully the Atlantic has been doing it’s impression of an agitated two-year old with sugar issues, it’s placid and sleepy before kicking off violently every now and then for a short spell before it slumbers again. Mid July it had one of those little glucose fuelled spaz attacks.
