01 11 / 2012
Trembling lights of the village. At the horizon, the day stumbles in a loud silence of colours.
A Morus Bassanus has had its own flight today.
It was an ugly nightmare for the bird. It went like this:
A couple was walking by the cliffs and spotted a big brownish dot in the ocean. They started to guess if it was a person with problems, a bodyboarders maybe? No. Too small for being a person. Then, an animal? But which? They kept on walking for like half an hour, an the unidentified animal drifted from one beach to another ending up at the same beach where the couple stopped their quiet walking.
There, a group of surfers were enjoying the glassy, joyful waves that smoothly rolled over a reef at the edge of the overturning cliffs.
The boy and the girl sat and chatted softly, as if talking loud was a sin. Meanwhile, the bird, because they finally realised it was a big bird, arrived close to the shore.
The surfers started to go out of the water because the tide was climbing up playing with the thick grains of sand and the cobblestones. Noisy, drummy, dreamy sound for the surfers, the music of the waves mixed with the tide.
It seemed that none of them would notice the bird but a longboarder did and realised that a hook was pricking one of its wings.
Sula Sgeir is painfully singing. Sula is the gaelic name for the gannet and I tought that his crying was more the one of a sad person than the one we would intend for an animal. Its eyes looked deep and discouraged. Death was around, and the gannet was tired of fighting. Young and beautiful as the nature made it, the bird couldn’t do more. And knew it. The end.
We managed to attach the end the fishing line to the leash of the longboard and push the bird to the shore. It was a rolling and drowning moment while the beachbreack shook us.
Then, the couple approached us and helped by putting over the bird the jumper the guy was wearing so we could grab well the gannet to take off the hook.
Just a small wound at the wing, nothing broken. This time sula was lucky. But was shaking and couldn’t fly.
We put it on the rocks so at least could get warm and relax a bit. Then arranged some fresh squid and let it recover alone. We watched the gannet from a distance, as if we were babysitters. Our voices arrived soft to Sula, so he drove into a mellow sleep. His eyes closes by and then, until he finnally couldn’t help it and fall asleep.
It was fulfilling to see Sula recover. Such a big bird (1 meter long aprox!) so crushed in our hands! We felt bad and well at the same time. But we didn’t want to talk. At least this one had its own flight today. A flight back home.
29 7 / 2012
Last month was really fulfilling here at home. Sergi, a friend from Catalunya, came to show us his work. We all got astonished. Graceful surfboards made of paulonia wood. With no fiberglass, no resin, just some varnish and seed oil.
He stayed at my house and instead of asking him to make an interview I preferred to let him express himself day after day. He talks a lot, so it wasn’t that difficult! I’m not going to explain how his surfboards are, they talk by themselves. But I would like to put here some of Sergi’s statements, which I found really interesting and explanatory. Maybe some of you think those sentences are too heavy, if you feel that perhaps it’s because you need to be more open minded!
“Open your mind to any kind of possibility. If it’s good for bodyboard, go prone. If it’s good for shortboard, go paddling. If it’s good for logging, go kneepaddling. And if it’s good for paddleboard, go as well!” (Talking about having fun in the water)
“Today we went to a burial. Mister Foam is dead” (talking after an amazing surf session with the log 9’2, pig shape)
“The best that has happened to Surf is the end of Clark Foam.” (talking about the new possibilities we have nowadays for building surfboards).
“What amazes me the most is that no one has done what I’m doing. It’s so easy to build surfboards with wood and no fiberglass, and cheap!”
“The use of foam was a wrong choice since the beginning. If it kills you it can’t be good!”
And people, trust me, those beauties are just PERFECT in the water. I can’t say anything else!
29 6 / 2012
19 6 / 2012