The original Surfer Dad
I never knew I had a Surfer Dad. I was born in Margate, a place known for cockles and made famous by Chas & Dave, not rideable waves.
As a young train driver in London, my Dad read dogeared imports of Surfer, rather than Playboy. He let loose to The Beach Boys and The Rolling Stones, not the Beatles.
During the ‘summer of love’ my Dad went on surf trips, instead of acid trips. Back then it was a 10 hour drive from London to Cornwall along narrow country lanes, so it was always an adventure.
However, my Dad never mastered the surfer/father balancing act. To be fair, we did live in Kent (my Dad still does), he had 2 sons and he got battered by the winter of discontent.
It wasn’t until I became a serious surfer that my Dad told me he was a surfer too. At first I didn’t believe him, but then he showed me these:
Wetsuits are for wimps!
Classic 70s surf quiver and haircuts
Watergate Bay, my Dad and his beloved MG
My Dad surfing 60s style
After a ten hour drive you’d surf anything
A pre leash wipeout
I have always known that Geoff had an interesting past, and now I know what it was!
Thanks for the comment, how do you know my Dad?
We worked together for several years – CMI stuff.
Awesome story, my dad wasn’t a surfer so I have no idea where I got the passion from. We’re trying to spread the passion by getting more landlocked people to the beach for surf lessons. Check out the website, you may be surprised how close the nearest surf beach is!