What have you done for me lately? Quemao has done this lately. Eric and Alexis were there. Find out more in SE72. Photo: Laurel

Back on the chain gang. Exit Planet Blighty, enter the Eurozone. Easyjet charged me £18.50 for three boards in a heavy ass boardbag. Six squid per planche? Jah bless your non-Ryanair being Greek asses. It was cold but pretty when I left the Royal County. The train that took me to Gatwick rattled past white fields and snow dappled Home County copses. It looked like this.

Then I landed in Portugal and it was gray and pissing doon with rain. But it was about 15 degrees warmer. What put me in a real good mood when I landed was strutting into the Porto Airport bookstore and being greeted by the Portuguese version of the new Surf Europe SE71 The Photobook 2010, standing prouder than a honeymooner’s willy.

Love that shit, I does.

I took a bus north to Valenca, near the Spanish border. Eric Rebiere was there to pick me up. I went to hang with him to work on his interview forthcoming in SE72. Make sure you buy that one two. It’s not out for a couple of months, so if you put just 4p aside per day till then, you are so in there. He took me to a wicked farmhouse in the hills with 3ft thick walls. His woman cooked a lovely meal which included a dish of garlic and lemon(!) roast potatoes and then we watched The Truman Show in Spanish. I fell asleep happy.

The lemons came from these trees in the front yard. Before I jumped in Rebrix’ van and drove home, I loaded up with citrus.

Swell was maximus and howling onshore, but we had a plan. There’s always a secret spot on when it’s a million foot, in’t there? Our secret spot was a left sand point. I could tell you all about it, but then I’d have to shallow grave you.

Me feelin it me rockin it me rockin it me checkin it. Rebrix just keeps on smiling.

After a day of big fun, I borrowed Eric’s motor and drove back to France. I was having a really nice dream about a girl I was at school with in 1991 and then I woke up and I was in Leon, Spain. I thought I should pull over and kip, and did. Don’t drive tired, much less actually asleep.

Nighty night!