FIFTY BLOODY THREE last Thursday!!
If I 'm not careful I'll enter my third or is it fourth mid - (ha ha) - life crisis.
Thankfully my family and friends have been very kind to me and it's been a lovely few days, notwithstanding the fact that I've got a poxy cold and the waves have been flat or crap for a couple of weeks now.
Little Tom turned twelve the day before me as well so it was birthday land all 'round, and to be honest it's much more fun celebrating twelve. I reminisced back to my twelfth, and then thought right back, and remembered this little shot of me at a bit past one year old, on a beach in Fiji, where I was born in 1954. See the little right hand barrel near my foot? I was born to be a regular foot.
The only problem is the surf gear. My bathers (that's what we called them then) were a crinkly blue nylon that I remember (and strangely, I do remember) as being pretty cool.
I don't think they'd pass muster today.