When you come from a family of surfers, you really don't know any other way of life. My dad started surfing as a child and my husband's entire life pretty much revolves around the sport. Growing up, my PE class was a morning surf on the beach (yes, that's a real thing) and the only team I've ever been a part of was my high school's surf team. When I was younger I would get dropped off on the beach as my parents went to work, and would be picked up when they were on their way home. I would spend my entire day in the water with friends, only getting out for lunch (ice cream and hot dogs were consumed daily) and it was a pretty wonderful way to spend a childhood.
My kids are now growing up in the same way, spending endless hours in the ocean and the sand with complete freedom, and it is really incredible to watching them fall in love with the art of doing nothing on the beach. After being grounded for a few years, relegated to sand castle making, I've again found my way back out to the sea, with the help of a very patient surf instructor and it's impossible to describe what it's like to be in the water, away from the shoreline, surrounded only by the people I love the most (Gray even makes a cameo from time to time!) For families that surf, it is something that is passed down from one generation to the next, and for those of you who have never tried it, these pictures really capture just how magical this sport (lifestyle) really is. Xx