How did you start surfing?
I started surfing when I joined secondary school because the bus would drop us right on the beach after school. There was probably about 10 of us in our girl gang and we all learnt how to surf together. The surf school saw how much we loved it and bounced off each other, and they organised trips for us to go to France in the half term holidays - which is probably where my love of surf and travel stemmed from.
As we grew up and went our separate ways, and our dreams and goals began differentiating, the surfing stopped too. It wasn’t until I went on a spontaneous trip to Nicaragua that I picked up a board again really. We were staying in the jungle that backed onto a beautiful break, and the guys we were living with had a bunch of spare surfboards, the water was warm and there really wasn’t much else to do. My month long trip in Nicaragua turned into a 6 month long hitchhiked journey around the whole of Central America with my backpack, new surfboard and street dog, Nica. Upon returning to the UK I was hooked, and have surfed more or less every single day since.