Tuesday, 25 April 2017

I LOVE Running

It's impossible not to notice that this weekend hosted the 37th London marathon. Even if you are not a runner it was impossible to avoid the event and the stories that came pouring out of the event.

For people like me that love running, watching the event televised all day was absolutely amazing and was a complete and utter emotional roller coaster journey. There were stories how running had changed peoples lives. There were stories of wonderful people running to raise money for charities that fight to cure cancer or provide support for so many ailments. There were people that were running to save themselves and others that were running in memory of others. It was just one after another of incredible people who have trained for months and months to get to that race on Sunday.

What is probably the most moving aspect of the race this year was when one runner, David Wyeth from Chorlton Runners which is a Manchester based running club, was so close to the finish line when his body started to give up and didn't want to run any further. Several runners carried on running past him but Matthew Rees from a Welsh club the Swansea Harriers stopped and helped David Wyeth to finish his marathon.

It was such a selfless thing to do and Matthew Rees really won the hearts of so many and made me proud to be a runner and a part of the amazing running community.

When I was a teen at school I loved running. I ran for my school and then I ran for my county at the Chelmsford Athletics club based at the melbourne stadium in Chelmsford. I loved it then, I competed in the cross country, the 800 and the 1500 metres and It was all I was interested in. Training several times a week on the track and out and about on the local roads and competing at the weekends it was a major part of my young life.

But then as with most people growing up things change. Priorities change and suddenly I didn't want to dedicate my time to running and training and going out with friends and drinking soon became where I wanted my time spent.

Several years passed and I did less and less running. I moved away from Essex to Cornwall and my life was changing. After more than ten years had passed my sister invited me to attend a Park Run with her. My life changed at that one park run event!!!

It was my first run in years and I fell instantly in love with running again. Since that first Park Run in 2014 I've been addicted to running ever since and run a half marathon several 10km events and now joined a running club and I'm so proud to be a runner.

I'm so proud to be a member of the Newquay Road Runners who not only are the most friendly and encouraging bunch but are also the reason that I have achieved so many PB's. I look forward to my weekly runs with the club and feel privileged to be welcomed into the club.

Then seeing events on the television like Matthew Rees's selfless act of kindness it shows that running isn't just about getting fast times and running your own race it's about being part of a community and helping others to achieve their goals.

It's impossible to express how much running has changed my life in the last two years. I'm the fittest I've ever been. I have structure to my weeks around exercise and see so many friends out running. I look forward to running and don't drink as much alcohol that I used to knowing that it doesn't help with running hydration.

It's not always easy and some runs are hard, some runs are during gruelling weather in pouring rain and strong winds and sometimes I wonder why I am doing it. But then other runs I pass another runner and we smile at each other. The sun will break through the clouds on a lonely country road and I feel a huge sense of achievement being out on the roads seeing such beautiful scenery and realising that If I was just sitting at home watching TV or down the pub I would easily miss these special moments.

I'm a runner and I'm part of the running community and I'm proud to do so.
Mandi
Newquay Road Runner


Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Questioning why? Dealing with grief and the loss of my dad.

I often find myself wondering why?
It's now been nearly 7 months since my dad passed away and I keep thinking why?

Not why did you have to die? everyone has to die at some point and a lot of people die a lot younger and in tragic accidents or through long and painful diseases. When I think about my dad leaving us by having a heart attack and suddenly going it was probably painless and quick and I suppose that is something to be grateful for. But it doesn't make the shock any easier for those left behind

I'm grateful that he didn't suffer long, I'm grateful that he very nearly made it to 70 and I'm grateful that he and my mum had many years together and found each other. Some people don't find love and many don't have families so in some ways I'm happy with the life my dad achieved.

But in other ways I am left empty and questioning why.

Why did you have to leave us before my sister had her first baby. You left us all just two months before you were to be a grandad for the first time. 

Why did you have to go on my brothers birthday? Of all the days to leave us you went whilst on holiday on your beloved boat with mum on my brothers birthday. I just wish you and mum had had your holiday and you had gone at the end of your holiday to at least give mum one last holiday with you and not have been taken away from her on the first day of your holiday together. It just seems so unfair.

We survived the first Christmas without you and it was OK. It did feel like there was something massive missing but we tried to carry on and we got the family together and our first Christmas with the new addition of my sisters baby but the first one without you and it seems so unfair.

Now I am going to be selfish and ask why you had to leave us before I got engaged. I've been with my partner for 9 years and I know you approve of him but after waiting so long he finally proposed but now I don't have you there to give me away and walk me down the isle and it makes me so sad.

To be honest, I feel sad for all of us, as all your three children are engaged to be married and you aren't there for us and that breaks my heart every day.

I know it will get easier with time and as the occasions go past we will get used to a new life without you but I will still question why you had to leave us when you did.

Miss you dad. x



Friday, 20 January 2017

January the month where everyone starts excercising!

You know the score, Christmas happens and everybody indulges. By Christmas day itself most people have had at least 5 full Christmas dinners and are mostly sick of the sight of turkey.
We indulge in extra alcohol, late nights and a constant supply of cake and nibbles in nearly every work place. But it's OK as calories don't count in December, right?

But then January arrives and it's a complete and utter shock to us all, with no idea how we've all put on a stone in weight. Suddenly the adverts on television for gorgeous platters of food and family buffets have completely disappeared and suddenly our mind space is subliminally seeing adverts for weight loss, diets, healthy eating and of course new years resolutions.

I unfortunately fall into the bracket of piling on the weight over Christmas and I'd like to think this wasn't because I was greedy during Christmas and stuffed my face but more because, on the 1st of December I busted my knee!!!!

Suddenly I went from running three times a week to nothing! No exercise and no matter how hard I tried to stick to healthy eating and small portions it's rather impossible during the festive season to be good all of the time.

Now that January has arrived and I've done the regimented six weeks of rest my knee is feeling a lot better. I started the new year with a new regime of Pilate's 2-3 times a week to try and strengthen me back up for running and then this week excitedly went for my first run. I managed 2 miles!!! I wasn't a lot slower than I was prior to injury so pretty pleased with my effort.

The following week another few Pilate's sessions and my next run. This time 3 miles and again this was a success. Getting excited to be getting back to the running bug that I totally love I went out again, this time for 3.5 miles. Now I'm a sensible person and I didn't want to go out crazy and throw myself into too much too soon. However, in the back of my mind I still have a place for the Plymouth Half Marathon in April, that I had to pull out of last year due to injury so quite keen to increase the mileage slowly.

But during my run, there it goes, a twinge in my Achilles. I continue to run thinking, I'm going to experience twinges as I've not run properly for six weeks?
But upon finishing the measly 3.5 miles I stretched and realised that this wasn't really a twinge and on arriving home could barely weight bear on that leg!!!

I'm devastated as now I'm back to the injury bench which is where I spend most of my running life. I have done the sensible thing yet again to try and aid recovery and am now resting, icing, keeping compression socks on and using a tonne of deep freeze and booked an appointment with the physio to find out what is going on and why I spend more time on the sofa injured that out on the road doing any exercise.

It's hard not to stay positive when you keep getting injured. Just doing simple things like popping to the shop means passing tonnes of runners out enjoying the slightly lighter evenings and getting fitter ready for the spring running season whilst yet again I'm struggling with my injuries and putting on more and more weight.

Fingers crossed that the Physio next week goes well and I will be back to my happy running self very soon.

Monday, 19 December 2016

The year I lost my Dad.

It's been far to quite on my blog lately and I want to explain where I've been.

Sadly I have had to deal with one of the hardest times of my life and only now do I feel strong enough to write about my experiences.
I loved my blog, sharing what I've been doing and sharing my passion for photography but after recent events I have lost all interest.

On the 7th of September 2016 my Dad passed away.

He wasn't sick or at least we didn't know he was sick due to being a stubborn very British gentleman who just wouldn't go to the doctor willy nilly.

I myself am in the doctors nearly weekly! I've had more antibiotics in the last three months then I think I've had in the last 5 years and since being diagnosed with Asthma in my adult life have even more reasons to visit.I certainly do not take after my Dad on this respect.

The 7th of September was a Wednesday, not just any Wednesday but it was my younger brothers 28th birthday. It was also the first day of my Mum and Dads holiday together on the Norfolk broads. Everything was perfect! The sun was shining and I had finished work and was on the way to meet my brother at the beach for surf but I kept getting missed calls from him. I was driving from work to the beach, so pulled over and called him back. He kept banging on about meeting as his first. Did he not understand the tide was not only on it's way in but the swell was also dropping so we needed to go straight to the water!!!

He insisted that I came to his and I insisted that I didn't and realising something was wrong kept on pressing him until it was blurted out.
I still can't get the words out of my head now. "Dad's had a heart attack" My instant thought was, OK, not too bad people recover from heart attacks all the time and that hopefully that'll be a wake up call to him to do more exercise and perhaps loose a bit of weight. Whilst off in my own thoughts thinking of all the ways this could be beneficial to my Dads health the words slapped me around the face. Dad's dead!!!!!

Now words like that aren't easy to digest, I sat in my car for a few minutes in complete shock and then started shaking. What on earth was I hearing? surely this can't have happened? As I processed what I had heard I started to ring my boyfriend.

Why do blokes NEVER answer the phone. I was literally screaming at my phone at this stage willing him to answer and getting so angry and why on earth was he at work and working and not picking up his phone. Eventually after what felt like ages he answered and I just screamed at him that my Dad was dead. I just kept shouting at him over and over.

After a moment of being calmed down and him offering to come and meet me and realising this was going to be at least an hours drive we decided to both head to my brothers and in a trance I drove to meet my brother.

Arriving at my brothers we had an odd hug, it was kinda sad but equally things hadn't really sunk in and after all, it was still my brothers birthday. His cards and gifts were freshly opened and a cake and candles were on the side. He began to explain what had happened.

Mum and Dad own a boat and they keep it moored up in Norfolk. Just like me and my partner and our love for our camper van my parents loved weekends away on their boat and this week they had planned a full week on the boat together.They had arrived in Norfolk the night before and enjoyed a drink at the pub and some dinner together. The following morning they were ready for their weeks adventure. They did a food shop, a drinks shop, they went to the newsagents and Dad even put a bet on the horses at the local bookmakers.

They returned to the boat with all their supplies for the week and had their breakfast ready to start their journey up the river. But this was sadly never to happen.
My Dad sat down on the back of the boat and just went. Just like that gone. One minute he was their with Mum planning their trip together and the next nothing.
Mum desperately tried to help him, she called an ambulance who talked her through CPR and they tried to find where she was which is very difficult when being moored up on the side of the river as the ambulance crew needed a road name but she wasn't on a road but on a river! They eventually arrived and took over but it was too late.
They took dad to the hospital in Norwich and took Mum to the Police station in Wroxham. This would be the very first day of them being apart.

My sister was called who lives in Essex and her and her partner drove to pick up my mum in Norfolk and bring her home.
It's utterly heartbreaking to think that one minute your about to start a weeks holiday with the man you have spent years of your life with and the next you are heading home alone.

Meanwhile with my sister and her partner bringing my Mum home me and my brother were joined by our partners and we decided that as it was still my brothers birthday we should all go in the sea together. I'm not sure this is what your meant to do when you are grieving and in shock but it seemed like an idea and we didn't know what to do.
We all went in the sea and for anyone that knows me my partner he DOES NOT go in the sea. We all went in the water together at the beach where we'd last seen my dad on holiday a month previously and watched the sunset, which for a short while took the pain away and things didn't feel real.

We then got what anyone else would do in this situation and we bought booze! We headed back to my brothers and sat and drank and talked and tried to understand what on earth we do next.
Me and my Brother are in Cornwall, my Mother and Sister are in Essex.

We couldn't drive that evening as had all had a drink plus after the shock of that news wouldn't have been the best idea to drive 6 hours in that state.
Me and my partner headed home in a daze and went to bed. I didn't sleep and it got back out of bed about 5am, before I woke my partner saying we needed to go to Essex right now.

The strange thing is myself and my partner also had a weeks camping holiday booked on the Friday and already had the van partially loaded for a weeks camping so we threw in a few clothes and went back to my brothers to pick up my car and see how they were doing. Silly question really, how does anyone do after their dad has just died unexpectedly!

My brother agreed we all needed to get back to be together as a family and were going to sort out a few things themselves at home and were then also getting on the road. We left separately and arrived in Essex in the early afternoon where we found my Mum and Sister drinking tea in the garden. There were lots of tears and lots of questions but the words just weren't there.

As the days went on things started to fall into place but it was hard. Things seemed so complicated. Dad was still up at the hospital in Norfolk and needed a postmortem and until that was done we couldn't register the death and until that was done couldn't plan the funeral. As if dealing with grief isn't hard enough none of us had done this before and none of it was straight forward.

We found a funeral home on the Internet and booked an appointment and as a family we all went along to go through the process together. It was horrible and hard but it was also quite easy in the sense that Dad had always said he wanted the Hythm 'For those in peril of the sea' played at his funeral and as a huge West Ham fan 'Bubbles' also needed to feature. The readings were chosen, the coffin even needed choosing but to be honest none of this was going to bring him back or heal the pain it was only making it all more real.

Once we had a few things in place all we had to do was wait for the postmortem to move things along. My Brother and his Fiance and my partner all returned to Cornwall and my Sister returned to her own home and I was left with Mum. It was so hard being back at the family home seeing all of Dads things and him not being there. It felt like he had just popped out and would be back at some point.

We finally got the news from the coroner that Dads death was caused by a heart attack and this had been caused by heart disease. This made things real. This meant that his body could be moved back to Essex that the funeral home could embalm him and the funeral could proceed. There's a part of me that could handle the in between stage, me and Mum taking each day at a time, drinking lots of tea and taking one day at a time but this made everything real and I had to deal with emotions once again.
When dad's body was ready Mum wanted to say a proper and personal goodbye. I walked down with her and it was such a heart wrenching moment seeing someone in so much pain. I can hold her hand, I can hug her but I can't bring Dad back. The lady asked If I wanted to say goodbye to Dad but I didn't want to.
I didn't want to see him in any other way than how I was used to seeing him. I wanted to remember him as my Dad and not lying in a coffin.

The days continued to pass and we waited for my Brother and Fiance and my Partner to return from Cornwall for the funeral. I had missed my fella more than anything and I needed him to hold me but then I felt for my mum, she had just lost the person that would hold her through hard times. Every emotion was questioned. Every thought was questioned, was it normal, was it acceptable to feel certain things.

With my Brother and my Partner back it was time for us to visit my Dad in the funeral home and say goodbye. This was the worst experience so far. I couldn't look at him, I glimpsed through the corner of my eye and it wasn't Dad. Well it was but it just didn't feel right. My big tall Dad lying their, pale, lifeless, his colour was wrong, his nose looked different everything was just horrible. I couldn't do this! My partner held me so tightly and we chatted together about my dad, we lit a candle and I had to leave without really looking at him properly. I want to remember my dad in my memories and within photographs and not like this.
After this experience, me and my partner went to a Danbury lakes for a walk. Somewhere we used to go as children. I don't think it helped, I was unable to remove the image of my Dad in a coffin out of my head.

We eventually returned home and had another day before the funeral. The day before we took photographs down to the venue for the wake and did a last few jobs and waiting for the following day to come.

The day of the funeral arrived and I had been dreading it. How could you not dread going to the funeral of your own Dad! It was incredibly hard and it felt like I was there for someone Else's funeral. It was awfully sad but I also felt like I was in a bubble that I just wanted to be brave and strong for my Mum and didn't want to let the day in.

Once the funeral was over and drinks were had at the football club the time arrived to head back home to my Mums. It just felt so bizarre. We were at home, all dressed in black, with the coffin flowers and left over buffet food on the table.
What happens next?

The evening was surreal and after several nights of not sleeping we all went to bed slightly early.
The following morning we all got up early and went to the local Park Run in Chelmsford. Me and my brother ran together I even managed to get a PB and I believe I did this for my dad.

Since the sad news broke I had spent a month living with my mum but the time had come and I had to return back to Cornwall. This was hard yet again to drive away and leave my mum totally alone 300 miles away from me.
I know things will get easier in time and life goes on but right now life has got hard and I feel for many of our family, life is on hold and life will certainly not be the same for my Mother for a while to come.

The wonders of technology mean that I can video call my Mum regularly and we can be face to face but it's not the same as really being together. This Christmas, will be the hardest Christmas as it is going to be the first one without Dad and there is a huge chunk missing from all our lives but I'm grateful that we can all be together and be strong for each other and together we will help each other through. There will be some days that are harder and days that are easier but dealing with grief is easier when your family is around you and you can be strong for each other when your not feeling so strong.

To my Dad
John Brooks


Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Bristol Volksfest Show Review

In 2003 I went to my first ever classic Volkswagen car show. With a few friends from school, an old metro, terrible tents and drinking Jack daniels straight from the bottle this was my first introduction to a whole scene of cool cars, cool music and wonderful people.

Since this introduction I was able to buy my first classic vehicle, a gorgeous 1974 beetle and met my lovely partner James, also through this classic car scene. Although the cars have been and gone to fund bigger and better things in our lives and pay for a deposit on a house we continued to attend loads of classic car shows.

However since buying our renovation project of a house we have not been able to find the time or the money to attend as many car shows as we would have liked. With my lovely man's birthday approaching we decided after several years away from the scene it was about time to attend a Volkswagen show and so we were off to Bristol Volksfest.

We're not quite sure how but in our 13+ year love affair with the humble Volkswagen beetle and camper van we had never attended the Bristol Volksfest, especially after hearing so many friends talk about how lovely the show is.

We booked the Friday off work and loaded up the van with our camping gear and headed out on the road up to Bristol. It's only a three hour drive to Bristol but after one thing led to another and a minor detour for a shopping trip and the slight drama of loosing our exhaust back box on the M4 we finally arrived at the show about 7pm. However it then sadly took us a further hour of snaking our way through slow queues through the fields before eventuially paying our money and getting a wrist band and assessing the site and setting up camp for the weekend.

It was annoying seeing everyone else camped up enjoying a beer whilst we were crawling through a tour of the site but can completely understand the event organisers queing all the dubbers in their farm rather than blocking the small country roads around the event and annoying the neighbours.
Camping at Bristol Volksfest
Camping at Bristol Volksfest

Once parked up in the quiet family camping, yes we are both now over thirty and although we don't have a family we aren't the massive party animals that enjoy staying up until 3am drinking our body weight in booze anymore and although we like a drink we like a sensible drink and a good nights sleep at the end of the night.

We went over to the live music area and the main stage and found food, drink and some live ska and danced the night away before heading back to our van for a good nights sleep.
Live music at Bristol Volksfest
Live music at Bristol Volksfest
As Saturday arrived it was time to see what the rest of the show had to offer and although we planned a quick walk around the show and back to the van for lunch we didn't return back to the van until early evening for a change of clothes before heading back out for the evening. There is so much to do at this show from Graffitti artists working around the farm to low rider car dance offs, more live music, trade stalls and even a wall of death. It was an awesome day seeing all the new gifts and gadgets available on the scene for our cars and a massive highlight was seeing Bad Manners play on the main stage in the afternoon. By the evening we decided to go and see the wall of death and I have got to be honest I HATED IT. It completely and utterly freaked me out, the bikes were scary and travelling so close to where we were watching. The whole area shook as the bikes went around and the fumes from the bikes in the small space were over whelming. I know it's called the wall of 'death' and if it wasn't a sheer terror to witness it wouldn't be called that but I couldn't help think of our dear friend that was sadly killed during a travelling stunt show and fear that although they are professionals and do that same show several times a day things sometimes go wrong and the over sensible worrier in me told me that I didn't like it and was glad when it was over!
Entrance to Bristol Volksfest
Entrance to Bristol Volksfest
Graffitti at Bristol Volksfest
Graffitti at Bristol Volksfest
Graffitti at Bristol Volksfest
Graffitti at Bristol Volksfest
Camping at Bristol Volksfest
Camping at Bristol Volksfest
Enjoying some sunshine and live music at Bristol Volksfest
Enjoying some sunshine and live music at Bristol Volksfest
Cars on airbags dance off at Bristol Volksfest
Cars on airbags dance off at Bristol Volksfest
Off road track for buggies and bajas at Bristol Volksfest
Off road track for buggies and bajas at Bristol Volksfest
Outside the wall of death at Bristol Volksfest
Outside the wall of death at Bristol Volksfest
Inside the wall of death at Bristol Volksfest
Inside the wall of death at Bristol Volksfest
Evening music venues at Bristol Volksfest
Evening music venues at Bristol Volksfest
Dancing the night away on a farm at the Bristol Volksfest
Dancing the night away on a farm at the Bristol Volksfest
 

On a slightly happier note we finished the evening drinking in a barn listening to a set curated by DJ Yoda playing from a set of decks inside an ice cream van with a car on the ceiling! Yes it really was quite surreal.

After a fun evening and another good nights sleep we were up early to see the main event the show and shine cars. Although this is a weekends classic car show event there is so much more to do than just look at cars but the Sunday is the main day to show off your pride and joy vehicle.

As the weather was forecast to turn a bit nasty on the Sunday afternoon we decided to do the yet again sensible thing and see all the show cars in the morning and then leave the festival before the rain sets in and the mass exit starts at the event.
Gorgeous rat look early bay
Gorgeous rat look early bay
Cool vans at Bristol Volksfest

Awesome looking bay window pick up
Awesome looking bay window pick up
Split screen van line up at Bristol Volksfest
Split screen van line up at Bristol Volksfest
Custom paint on Volkswagon split screen van
Custom paint on Volkswagon split screen van
Gorgeous classic white VW beetle
Gorgeous classic white VW beetle

Red t25 volkswagen van at Bristol Volksfest
Red t25 volkswagen van at Bristol Volksfest
Beautiful Fiat at Bristol Volksfest
Beautiful Fiat at Bristol Volksfest
Yellow classic taxi beetle
Yellow classic taxi beetle
Razor edge VW at Bristol Volksfest
Razor edge VW at Bristol Volksfest
VW Splitscreen Panel van at Bristol Volksfest
VW Splitscreen Panel van at Bristol Volksfest

VW van interior inspiration at Bristol Volksfest
VW van interior inspiration at Bristol Volksfest
 

We popped into Bristol to do some obligatory shopping before getting on the road home and ending a really enjoying weekend camping at a festival.

If you are a vw classic car enthusiast then you'll love this show, if you love a festival and good music then you'll also love this show and if you haven't yet been to Bristol Volksfest yet, then go.

As for me now, the flame has been reignited and although I no longer have a classic beetle and the scene has changed quite a bit and theres a lot more modern cars in the scene than the old ones I still love it, and as we are now in a more modern 14 year old T4 van it actually suits us quite nicely I can't wait to start planning the next festival to attend.

Sunday, 21 August 2016

Man nearly swept into the sea in Newquay storm swell

Today, like many other days when a large swell is forecast I've headed down to the local beach to photograph the crazy power of the ocean. 

The difference today is that this huge storm swell has come into Cornwall during the middle of the six weeks summer holidays. Usually to get waves of this size would be during a winter storm and certainly when there are a lot less tourists about. 

Sadly when the storm began to arrive last night a family were swept out to sea at Fistral beach. The RNLI did a fantastic job and managed to rescue the family but tragically the father of the family didn't make it and died. This has left the whole of town in shock and has really shook up a lot of people. 

I go in the sea on a very regular basis and although I often go in the water with friends or family and often whilst lifeguards are on duty I occasionally get frightened by the odd wave. If a wave is bigger than I am comfortable riding or a wave holds me under for slightly longer for those brief few seconds my stomach turns and i'm reminded how dangerous the sea can be. Maybe i'm a bit too safe and don't push my surfing enough but it's days like today when you hear about another death due to the sea and realise you can never be too careful. 

My thoughts are with the family of the man that lost his life, it really is just awful news. 
Yet this evening I witnessed many people just getting that bit too close to the sea when it was huge and dangerous. 

I witnessed a man travel down the stairs to rescue a dog from the water. Within seconds of the man grabbing the dog by the scruff of the neck the next wave had come over the top of them. Another man had ventured down to help the first man and suddenly both men and the dog were hidden under a huge crashing wave. 

Luckily the two men and the dog made it back up the stairs and away from danger but this could have been so different so quickly. 

Please if you go in the sea make sure you respect the water. Make sure you swim at a lifeguarded beach and learn about the tides and swell before going in. If in doubt speak to the lifeguards and ask the locals for advice. 
Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay

Storm waves in Newquay