MY VILLAGE
The joy on their faces as they dragged their heavily battered, waterlogged boards over the muddy tidal waters was intoxicating. It was also very familiar to me. I sat watching them from our motorised canoe and listened to their whoops and cheers as their mate managed to get going on a small river mouth wave. Watching these boys from a remote Sumatran village made me reflect on my own community, Surfing Mums.
Carly, Keira, Clare, Penny and I had just enjoyed seven uninterrupted days
