Long Weekends On The Cornish Coast // Part I // Kynance Cove

Long Weekends On The Cornish Coast // Part I // Kynance Cove

We stood with numb bums from the (as it turned out) not so smooth rock, ascending the coastal route back to the dry, cosy van. We cooked up a feast of massaman curry; filling the van with the rich, delicious smell of spices simmering in coconut milk. With music playing, fairy lights twinkling and red wine warming our bodies, I felt increasingly pleased with the plan to escape the North coast for the weekend. 

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Two Surfs A Day // Keeps The Doctor Away

We’ve been having a pretty fun time here in Cornwall this summer. Despite the gloomy first few weeks of August, we’ve managed to fit in some memorable surfs on some of our favourite beaches. Clare and I managed to time a few of our days off together so we could explore and embark on a few more of our surfing safaris we love so much. However, this time we decided we are going to document it, not just on land, but in the water too...


Pretty much every time we go surf, I picture certain moments and scenes in the water that would be incredible to capture on camera. However, I can't help but think that, for all those moments where I've felt so disappointed not to have caught them on camera, these images were actually saved from being spoilt by the lens.

Instead, these moments of beauty and happiness are stored in my memory for me to enjoy and recall whenever I want. Those moments are locked in my memory and will remain forever and pure un-photoshopped and un-edited. It’s there, in my mind, just as beautiful and glassy as I thought it was. 


But anyway, on another note, this one fine day we finally managed to bring Clare's camera out to play...

Me. Dropping in on a glassy one.
We wanted to capture at least a few moments of the sheer joy that surfing and being in the ocean gives us. We wanted to capture the pure enjoyment every surfer (no matter their level) feels whilst sliding along on that heaven-sent wave. 

We wanted to capture the grace and beauty as a surfer descends down the line of the wave, shimmy-ing up the board to get those little piggies dangling off the edge. Or that massive smile on your friend’s face as they catch that glassy, peeling wave and ride it all the way to the end YEWW-ing with every turn and loving every second of it! 

Clare racing white horses.

The morning was spent surfing a small but glassy right-hand peak at Watergate, firstly to ourselves, and then shared with a few other sound surfers and one particular ripper! We kicked ourselves for not bringing the camera and getting shots of the crystalline water, blue skies and our ecstatic little faces! 

On the walk back up the beach we discussed our plan of action for the rest of the day. We decided to head on over to Mawgies for the low tide and take the camera in for a cheeky little surf to see what shots we could come out with.


We stopped off for coffee and croissants, but by the time we started suiting up, the clouds had stormed over and the blue sky had vanished behind the grey, rain filled clouds looming overhead. We took the camera in regardless, mainly to practice taking underwater photos, but also on the off chance of stumbling across some atmospheric shots. 

Me. Ominous rain clouds looming overhead.
Not long after getting in the water, the housing began steaming up and clouding over the lens. The photos we took ended up being foggy and not as clear as we hoped they’d be so we were a little disappointed but nevertheless, we stayed in and proceeded to take as many shots as we could before the lens fogged up completely. 

Rain droplets began to dapple the ocean's surface. We relished the opportunity to surf in the rain whilst simultaneously feeling warm; a very rare occurrence in Cornwall!

Rain drops on the surface
We managed to get a few fun shots of us enjoying the rain interlude. It was so beautiful and felt so calming, to be surfing and capturing these moments in the rain. We messed around, catching a few fun rides until both of us tired of holding the camera; preferring to surf together and enjoy the swell that appeared to be slowly increasing by the minute.


Clare hunting for glassy walls

We handed the camera over to the Lifeguards to look after for us while we surfed our little noggins off. The swell increased in size and we ended up having a super fun session with 3ft waves breaking on the left. 

Me. Courtesy of Clare.
We surfed until our arms ached and bodies became too cold to function. Once my teeth began chattering, I realised it was time to get out the water. Out of my shorty 2mm and into some woolies with a hot cuppa tea in hand! Ahhh the great ol’ Cornish summer eh!

We finished the day off cosying up on the sofa back home, snuggled up in our woolies and sieving through the good, the bad and the downright hilarious photos of the day; mainly laughing at our comical faces, stances and accidental bum shots!

Our plan of action for the next surf… Take the camera out on a hot, sunny day and see what shots we could produce. AND, to also find a way to stop the underwater housing from fogging up. Any tips on this let me know!! 

Cheers me berds!

Emma x
Thanks for the shot Clare! xxx


Embracing Foggy Horizons

Down ere in Cornwall we got a bit caught out by this "Heatwave". We didn't actually get any of the 25 Degree sunshine predicted for the rest of the UK, which sucked big time! Instead, we were graced with a good 3 or 4 days worth of fog!


Whenever there is a sudden rise in temperature, Cornwall will usually shy away from the glorious sunshine and hide under a delightful foggy mass of cloud leaving the rest of us inhabitants despairing and planning trips further North just for a glimpse of this rarity that is a heatwave!

The kind of fog that graces the Cornish coastlines is apparently known as Advection Fog; which is when warm air moves in over a cooler land surface. The land then cools the warm air below the dew point and thus forms fog. I wasn't completely sure how it happened so I thought i'd throw that bit of knowledge out there, but just so you know the cooling of the warm air ends up looking a little bit like this...

Anyway, as a result of the high pressure, the waves were seriously lacking and the sunshine was pretty much non-existent due to the fog attempting to ruin all our fun! But alas, we decided we weren't going to let it stop us from having a good time! We took the fog as the perfect excuse to have ourselves a cheeky early beach morning all to ourselves, as no one else was thinking of heading to the beaches, we ended up having a few super fun mornings working on our surf fitness.

With no surf I didn't want to lose all my paddle power I had accumulated over the past 2 weeks, so myself and Clare headed down to the shore for a hardcore beach workout. I decided to focus on all aspects of fitness with the aim of returning to the water in a few days feeling fit and ready for whatever the ocean wanted to throw at us. I started every workout with a solid bit of cardio before getting down to the nitty-gritty core, arms, legs and a bit of butt work, just to get those flutes activated and that tush a little bit perkier!

The beach was ours to enjoy, with no one else sharing the same ideas as us, so we cracked on and let loose! Starting with a cheeky little shimmy along the shoreline...

I love being able to exercise in the outdoors, the beach was our open air gym and the fresh ocean air invigorated and inspired us throughout our routine! I decided not to bring any dumbbells or gym equipment with me, instead using the natural tools around us. I used varying weights of rocks for Russian Twists, Sit Ups and Twisted Lunges. The sand also proved as a cushiony landing for our Plyometric exercises.

I get a completely different feeling when I exercise on the beach, a complete feeling of satisfaction and elation; especially as I know that once I have suitably worked up a sweat I can strip down to my swimsuit and jump in the cooling *numbing* Atlantic waters!

As part of the warm down, I incorporated some of the yoga asanas we had been working on previously. At first we tumbled all over the place finding it hard to keep a straight face, never mind a straight line...







Going...
Going...
GONE!
but eventually we managed to get it right... an incredible feeling! From Crow Pose to Headstands we practiced until our arms and legs turned to jelly and the only cure was to jump in the water!




 Both Clare and I stripped to our bikinis and waded into the cold water to relieve our aching muscles with smiles spanning from ear to ear.



A Winter Escape // Return To The Slopes.

We woke the next morning, still tired but the excitement of what the day held in store for us, soon vanquished any feelings of tiredness. We washed and dressed in our thermals as quickly as possible and stumbled out of our  creaky bedroom doors over to the lounge/dining area where the chalet hosts had laid a table of tea, croissant, jam, basically everything you could wish for for your first taste of a French mountain breakfast.

A Very Happy Matty At The Breakfast Table


However, what really caught my eye was the view! I hadn't had a chance to see it all properly as we arrived in the dark, but as I peered out the large lounge windows, I saw layers upon layers of thick fresh pine trees lining the mountain sides. I peered over the neighbouring rooftops to the left and saw the snowy capped mountain tops looming overhead, making me fall in love with the place almost immediately.

View From The Chalet's Balcony
Nancroix Pine Trees
I ran to our bedroom grabbed my camera, ran back to the lounge and started snapping away at the incredible views. What I didn't realise then was that the views would get a whole lot better and impressive and far more breathtaking than any of these shots I was taking from the balcony.

After breakfast, we suited and booted and headed for the hire, we sorted out our skis and boots, had some excited pre-ski photos, got our ski passes fixed in our jackets, and finally set off for our first ski lift of the trip. (my first ski lift up a mountain in 12 years!)

Happy Boys & Their Boards
Outside The Chalet
Sam
Me
TEAM
Matty
Sam
Megs
Always Words of Wisdom From Jane (of BlueBird Days)
I didn't realise what I was doing until I got on the lift. As I sat next to Matty it suddenly dawned on me I'd have to get off this thing, my first go at skiing for quite some time. I had a little freak out to myself but got a little distracted by the snow clad pine trees and the skilled skiers whittling past underneath us, through the trees, off piste and on the well carved paths on the slopes.

My Skis Complete With Name Tag
Vie From The Lift Behind
I managed to make it off the lift onto the slope without falling, it wasn't until the second lift that day that I managed to get tangled up and fall back on my head! At least i managed to get that one out the way on the first day anyway ha.

We spent the rest of that first day going down the blue slopes so we could all get back into it and get used to the feel of our skis, snowboards and just generally getting used to lobbing myself down a steep slope! I felt rusty, but it felt so good being back on the slopes! My knees were a little shaky and my body tense. I certainly didn't remember skiing being this daunting when I was younger but i suppose that's what happens as you get a little older, you start to think about ways you could hurt yourself and definitely start overthinking situations! (I did anyway) Despite this I still absolutely loved it, but by the time lunch came along, I was well and truly ready for some French grub, a glass of vin chaud and some shelter from the never ending snowfall!

We plumped ourselves down to eat at the restaurant that was blasting out the loudest tunes and settled down for a lunchtime feast. With full bellies we returned to the slopes after an hour in the warmth of the indoors. The snow had started to fall heavily as the snow clouds had slowly but surely swamped the mountain in a thick white cloak.

Incredible Ominous Looking Clouds Moving In
We decided to go on a few different runs now we were all feeling a bit more acclimatised and confident on the slopes but the poor visibility proved harder to ski confidently than earlier.

Snow Clouds & My Poles
Snow Clouds Again
Serious Snow Storm!
Matty On The Lift Heading Up The Mountain 
As it came to the end of the day, and the last lifts closed their doors, we cruised down to the bottom of the mountain and made tracks for the Mont Blanc Bar for a well deserved drink and a cheers as we met up with everyone else after our first full day of skiing.

We were all picked up in the van, skis, boots and snowboards in tow, and headed back to the chalet in Nancroix.

Beautiful Nancroix
As we stumbled into the chalet and up to the lounge the table was set with a fresh pot of tea and a ridiculously delicious looking homemade cake. A collective sigh, from us all could be heard all the way to the kitchen as we all snuggled up next to the fire with our warming cups of tea and our plates filled with sumptuous slices of the tastiest cake! We chatted and shared our experiences of the day's skiing events; all the falls, bumps, slopes and laughs we had had, all the while the room heated up and we really started to relax.

After our copious refills of tea, Matty and I headed down to the sauna where a few of the others had quite rightly already gone. This was without a doubt one of the best parts of my day; to relax in a hot hot sauna after a day of being on the cold, snowy mountain top! The perfect way to relax with a body that was starting to feel the effects of the day's events so far!

We finished the day with a meal that was even better than the night before, a full 3 course bad boy with all the wine we could wish for, and handle. We all bailed to bed pretty early that first night still tired from all the travelling from the previous day and even more wiped out from all the incredible skiing, food and drink from the first day in Les Arcs. We said our goodnights and set off for dreams of fresh powder the next morning (it was meant to be snowing throughout the whole of the night and into the next day).

Fair to say it was one hell of a first day in Les Arcs!

Me (Complete With Squiffy Eye)

Matty
Sam
Megs