Riding a wave has something magic...
This feeling of power and even rage, when you feel the strength of the sea under your belly and then your feet.
That feeling of calm before the rush, waiting for the good wave to come to you, and to accept you in her fury.
No one can fight the nature and its laws, we can only been accepted by her, this is a question of respect: respect the nature and you ll be payed back, the nature is always fair.
The next step of my quest of those magic moments will be Scotland: tuesday next to saturday next.
I ll watch for the waves of course, but also in a more general vision, for the beauty of the ecosystem Earth.
Of course i bring you with me in this Quest, and will share some pics and words very soon...