You have to be made of sturdy stock to surf Scotland’s North Shore but those who went in first are the hardiest of them all. This is the story of those cold water pioneers by Chris Nelson for Huck Magazine. Extract below. ‘There are…
Demi Taylor was commissioned by Telegraph Travel for their surfing special to write a cover feature on the best 25 places to surf this summer, highlighting the best places in and around Europe for beginners, families, experts, couples and improvers with a kit guide to…
Words: Chris Nelson A taste of sulphur rides on the heavy mist that drifts across the dark barren landscape while the bleached peaks of far-off summits fade from view. The foreground is fractured and broken, the surface a crumbled canvas riven with deep channels and…
Words: Chris Nelson Image: Demi Taylor Portugal, 2002 The voice is rich, well spoken – expat with southern Africa lilt. “So there I was, naked, and I turned around to see this Portuguese guy running off with my mini-malibu under his arm. So I grabbed my…
As told to Chris Nelson… “We were at the cutting edge of surfboards, we were beyond the cutting edge – we were the edge. It was the best period, but it was easy to be the best because everybody that came to Hawaii wanted to…
Words and images: Mat Arney I turned out one of my pockets earlier and dumped half a handful of sand all over the floor. This isn’t an uncommon scenario – not only does sand get in my pockets, but it seems to end up in my…
And so Jimbo Bennet climbed the stairs of the plastic slide to the thundering sound of applause. He received the famous Reef Slyder Cup and held it above his head, flash bulbs popped and with the hoots and cheers ringing in his ears, a new…
Image: Tim Nunn The water temperature is dancing between 8 and 9 degrees in the southwest at the moment but looks like this weekend should deliver something of note to Cornish shores. Hopefully something like this served up by lenseman Tim Nunn who will…
The grassy headland overlooking Constantine beach is rich with the smell of rain on the dusty path. A lone figure sits out in the clear blue, hugging the line of speckled foam, fingerprints left by passing peelers as they taper down the point. He strokes…