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| IMAGINE it: you check the surf. its 6-8 foot offshore. waves firing like a cannon, barrels the size of small cathedrals, no-one out. You phone around your mates, grab your kit and make the journey to the coast, where you will find what you've been waiting for.... These sorta days don't come all that often in the UK, so when they do we all like to go a bit cr@zy. Here, members of the WBA recount our assorted tales of wave-linked euphoria. If you're stuck in the city, look away NOW |
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