Headed out to Boscombe this weekend ignoring all the negative surf reports. After a two hour drive we arrived to find it was indeed flat as fuck. Two choices, suit up and go for a paddle or turn around and head home hating life. So we headed for the calm sea with incredulous looks from the alfresco diners on the prom. 20 minutes later the waves arrived out of nowhere, more surfers followed our lead and even though it was hardly Riding Giants I got some lovely rides. Just goes to show you can never fully predict mother nature.