All photography by Pacotwo
Such a tricky time of year, spring. How to feel about it?
Lambs, bunnies, tulips, fans all. But surfers? An obvious sentiment for that time of year between the vernal equinox and the summer solstice is hard to nail down. Emotionally, it’s almost the invisible season, the middle child, not so much neglected as uncelebrated.
Summer? It’s bermudas and patio lager afternoons. It’s probably also higher frequency attempts at courtship, and higher frequency of success. Autumn? The surfer’s classic, so classic it’s beyond cliché. The water is still warm, the offshores are etc etc etc. Winter? Chunky days at your local and the ideal time for far flung trips away. For escapism.
So, what of the unfeted spring? Do you stay, or go? Is it a cold version of summer, or a warm version of winter.
You go! And it’s neither!