I saw this image and story, "ON FRIGID CELTIC WAVES" in the Times on Thursday and couldn't help but laugh. I Love the photo but the incongruous nature of Ireland and surfing makes me howl. Isn't everyones idea of surfing somewhere between Frankie & Annette and Big Wednesday. This is the home I left because the unemployment line trailed from one end of the country to the other, now scads of people are coming with the highest of techie surf gear, hangin' ten, checkin' the gnarly surf in the most remote regions. Well done. It takes a brave soul to go to Bundorran at the best of times, look at that image , doesn't that look fun. Glad to see the rain still keeping its word, that no matter what sport you take up it will be a willing partner
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