Think Tenerife and what springs to mind?

Red faced English footie hooligans on E, guzzling pints and all day breakfasts in Linekar's bar?

Perhaps, for the aficionados, it recalls the golden age of SE in the mid naughties, when each year like clockwork, the first issue was guaranteed to have a (min) 14 page feature of Sancho, Miky & Jony punting and tunnelling under delicious mid winter sun.

Well it's 2017, asshole.

And these days, winter beef spells solid paddle efforts, with Alex Zirke ever at the forefront of Tenerifean gnarl. The best part? Nary a footstrap nor tow rope in sight.

Viva paddle!