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September 21 The EngagementWe were driving through the countryside after a pleasant dinner and a funny movie. It was just like our first date. We parked at the riverside restaurant, the parking lot was empty. The place was closing down for the night, but the window lights glowed over the water. We walked towards the bridge, into the warm humid night. The river was calm and mysterious, sounds of frogs and waterfowl echoed in the darkness. I was nervous, I wondered .. if only she knew what I was about to do. "How would she react?" I thought to myself. We were standing at the top of the bridge, I was nervous, I tried to mask it with a few jokes and get her distracted at the ducks while I pulled out the ring. A swan! Gracefully floating across the water, with such calmness. I wish I had his coolness. Then I quickly dropped on my knees and said "Lorna, ... hun... will you marry me?". She was shocked. Her eyebrows raised, "Oh God, I hope she doesn't jump!" I thought to myself "Please say yes please say yes" .."What.. what are you doing?.. she was still in shock. "So...?" .. "YES!" she said as I placed the ring on her finger. Whew, that was a close one. I got up , embraced and kissed my fiancée. I hugged her close and looking into the water, I swear I saw that swan wink at me. September 03 SurfingCroyde, Devon is about 213 mi (342 km)
away from Beaconsfield, Bucks. Most of the drive there is along the
M4 and passes by Newbury, Bristol, Bath and others. We arrived
late at night, and checked into the campsite. It cost us about 30
pounds per person for the weekend, which I thought was expensive,
considering that we had to pitch our tent between a Porsche, Honda,
and a Peugeot. The camp site was more of a parking lot with toilets
than anything else. The magnificent view of the beach next morning
and the 10 minute walk to the shore however justified the price. We
rented some surf boards and wet suits at 5GBP each for 4 hours. Then
we hit the beach. The tide was coming in and waves were loads of fun.
Three hours later I was so exhausted I could barely walk. It was all
worth it though, and we made sure to celebrate the successful day of
surfing at the local pub that night. The next day we hit the beach
earlier and made sure to catch the tide at its strongest point. The
waves proved quite large for an amateur like me, after a puny 2 hours
I was already beached and in lots of pain. The worst was skin damage
on my neck that looked like a hickie, but not from beach babes, it
was actually caused by the wet suit. The skin on my palms was
also wearing out and I had no fingerprints left. This was an amazing
experience, and every bit of pain was worth it. I look forward to
facing those 6'+ waves and one day being able to actually surf them, and would recommend this to anyone who has not tried it before. Knowing how to swim is not optional however.
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