In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower
by Joel Gray
Hossegor in summer is a right of passage for anyone connected in any way with surfing. If you are a WCT-training pro you have to be there. If you’re a King of the Groms wanabee you have to be there. If you want to learn to surf you have to go there. If you want to score chicks you go there. If you want to get naked you go there. If you want to be loose or even serious about your surfing you go there. If you want to party, party, party you go there. And if you have a camper van, dreads, a smelly dog, bongos and juggling balls, apparently you have to be there too.
SURF CONSISTENCY: 7 WAVE VARIETY: 3
CLIMATE: 6 RADNESS: 3 BUDGET: 4
Mid 1990’s was when I first started the annual pilgrimage along with the rest of the Geordie collective. The general attraction was probably spurred on by the fact that the east coast of England is like the Etang Blanc lake in summer. We had to go somewhere to get waves and the initial attraction of Hossegor can be summed up be Keen Ken’s reaction upon being first told the tales of that first summer in 1993.
“What, 6ft, Offshore an that?….”
“Aye. Lasses on the beach, pooozies oot….”
“Nee way man!”
Ken is now a grown up who was known around Tyneside for amongst others things his general over excitement about surfing. Upon returning from the first en-masse Hossegor trip in the summer of 1993 the boys recounted the legendary days of surfing beach break barrels, cheap wine boxes, sleeping under the stars and wandering along beaches eyes bulging at the chicks with not only their baps out, but everything. Ken nearly fell over and from then on summers meant nothing other than Hossegor, pure and simple.