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.Read More
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 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.|
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.|
|Rain drops on the surface|
|Clare hunting for glassy walls|
|Me. Courtesy of Clare.|
|Thanks for the shot Clare! xxx|
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...
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 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|
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|
|Always Words of Wisdom From Jane (of BlueBird Days)|
|My Skis Complete With Name Tag|
|Vie From The Lift Behind|
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|
|Snow Clouds & My Poles|
|Snow Clouds Again|
|Serious Snow Storm!|
|Matty On The Lift Heading Up The Mountain|
We were all picked up in the van, skis, boots and snowboards in tow, and headed back to the chalet in Nancroix.
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)|