If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Fuck knows. But one thing I do know, if a wave is breaking in front of snow covered backdrop, that doesn’t make it good. In fact, if I see one more image of one more shitty, windy, line-up, with ice in the background, I’m gonna puke. Just because it’s cold, and windy, and harsh and isolated and small, doesn’t mean it is special.

Now sure, I get the no crowd factor. ‘Cause there’s no crowds, it’s shit, and cold, and windy and isolated. And I don’t care if it is in Norway, or Iceland, Alaska or Antarctica, magazines or websites wouldn’t publish the same image of a three feet peak if it was breaking at Estagnots at the height of summer, so why am I being subjected to a continuous loop of sub arctic dribble, with cunts in 8/7s, hoodies, gloves and boots attempting to drive through 80 knot Siberian wind shafts just to surf it?