Surfing Devon

4 gallons of wine
3 days of sunshine
2 professional surfers
and a missing person in the country

No, this is not a new rendition of the 12 days of Christmas. It’s the Figtree summer holiday.

With less chaos than expected, 28 figs crammed into a train carriage and headed to South Devon for a well deserved break from the city.

Here’s a figs diary synopsis of the memorable trip.

Day 1
Simon decided it was a good idea to take a ‘five minute’ run to the nearest beach. It was more like five miles. He was soon forgiven as the reward was Hope cove and a refreshing dip in its water.

Spontaneous exercises lead to a great BBQ feast, followed by dark n stormies (we didn’t know what they were either) then to games. What better way to bond than an adult round of musical chairs.

Day 2
People are now beginning to realise that bringing a mobile phone was pointless and contact with loved ones was unlikely.

The group split, some for a relaxing walk across the countryside and some to surf. Mel was a bit too good considering she’d ‘never surfed before’ but did a great job of showing everyone up none the less.

The two parties rejoined and headed to popular local seafood restaurant, The Winking Prawn, where they soon discovered a fig was missing, uncontactable and probably very hungry in the middle of nowhere, but this is a story to be told on another occasion…

Enough alcohol was consumed to fuel an all night dance off to an eclectic DJ set, not one song was played to the very end.

Day 3
Homeward bound, but not for all. A few hangers on had gotten a taste for the sea and decided to get back up on the board one more time.

Last train home. First train to work the next morning, with many a story.

The proof is in the pictures.

Ryan Butler