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Surfing with Chris 'Guts' Griffiths

Two things Freshwater is famous for, pumping surf and the iconic seaweed drying hut. Photo: Guts

They say all good things come to an end, and they are right! After six weeks of non-stop surf through early spring, the Atlantic wave machine eventually popped a cog and came to a grinding halt towards the end of March. The first day it went flat was almost a relief as it meant a break for weary arms and shoulders to recover after 45 odd days of serious exercise. The next couple of days were spent catching up on work that had been neglected. But by day four, the desire, dare I say need to go surfing was already growing. Surfing is my drug of choice. It’s an obsession that needs regular attention to keep me mentally relaxed and make sense of my life. Day by day the flat spell continued and after two weeks with nothing showing in the sea around Gower, there was nothing else to do but look farther afield for my next fix. Luckily, I only had to look as far as West Wales for some quality relief. Here’s the highlights…

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