Sea fog
A misty old morning in Encinitas, not a breath of wind, just little lines of colourless glass moseing on in from out of the sea fog.
Swamis local
Ok check out the little dude at the bottom of this picture, I have no idea what it is but he was cool. As i was checking the surf he kept darting in and out of his hole like someone had been feeding him coffee beans. Although i wouldn't want to leave home much either if i lived where he's claimed.
One California Day
Today was magic. It was as if i was handed the ideal California day. I scored 2ft clean Swamis all day on my new log and on my way back up the coast highway stumbled upon a car show full of stylish old delights. To top it off the beach boys where playing form one of the cars and was punctuated by the horn or the coaster train at it hooted up the coast.
Searching for MP in the US
I cant believe this shows in San Deigo the day after i leave!
Searching for Michael Peterson Trailer from jolyon hoff on Vimeo.
Little Log
My new little log. Its an old beat up 8'6" Takayama noserider, its got a bit of a tan but it should be a lot of fun.
L.A.
We spent three or four days in LA not really knowing what to do with ourselves. Our 80's hotel seemed to be situated somewhere between LA and the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately Kaillan had to fly home prematurely and i was left to explore the west coast solo.
Notting Hill Carnival
Notting Hill Carnival is apparently the second biggest carnival in the world, and most years the whole area gets so crowded that, in the worst parts of the city, riots break out and the police have to cordon off the roads. 
London
Now we are in Whitechapel in east London and things are completely different; the apple trees have been replaced by street stalls and markets, chai has been replaced by whine and beer, and the jet streams by clubs, festivals street performances. 
Maidenhead, England
We spent our first few weeks in England in a quite town outside of London called Maidenhead staying with some friends we met in Spain. The countryside was something else, wild blackberries, plums and apples grew along the Thames canals and entire afternoons where spent drinking chai in the back yard and watching the jet streams draw their way across the sky. 
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