Nike 6.0 House

I spend a lot of time in France. Im usually kipping on a friends floor, in a tent, or in a self catering apartment, so the chance to go and stay at the Nike 6.0 pad in Capbreton France was an oppourtunity that I wasn't going to turn down. Luxury house, loads of freebees, French beachies and Europes best surfers to shoot. Easy money!

As with every trip it was a testing experience. It was completely flat for five out of the seven days, I had four groms to organise, one small poky car between five of us, and there were about a million people waiting for the swell.

Everyone had no problem waiting for the swell to arrive though, the house we were at was amazing. Fully stocked kitchen, big pool, Playstations, Redbull, internet and an amazing atmosphere among the whole team. It was a week of relaxation, panic, destruction, flared tempers, overindulging and laughter, and that was before we even saw a wave. 

When the swell arrived, like true professionals everyone turned on, and what resulted were two days of festivities in and out of the water.

Until this trip I had never considered myself as getting old. I feel fitter than ever, I have no interest in getting a pension and my gut is yet to appear. But those little swines definitely aged me!