Arrival in Cornwall: A Warm Welcome

As a seasoned surfer, I’ve spent countless hours chasing waves across Central America, but the allure of Cornwall’s rugged coastline and the promise of a unique surf, yoga, and glamping experience was too tempting to resist. My wife and I arrived in Cornwall on a sun-drenched Friday afternoon, eager to dive into this new adventure. We checked into St Christopher’s Inn, a cozy spot just a stone’s throw from Cornish Wave’s office and a short stroll from the beach. The proximity to the ocean was a comforting reminder of our nomadic lifestyle, always within reach of the next great wave.

Upon arrival at Cornish Wave, we were greeted by Victor, whose warm demeanor immediately put us at ease. Despite my years of surfing, the excitement of sharing the experience with a group of first-timers was infectious. Victor’s patience and attention to detail during our beachside briefing were commendable, ensuring everyone felt confident and ready to tackle the waves. The anticipation of catching that first wave, even for a seasoned surfer like myself, never gets old.

Surfing and Woodland Retreat

The surf session was invigorating, with the Cornish waves offering a playful challenge. Watching the group progress from tentative paddling to standing on their boards was a joy. After a few hours in the water, we took a break to refuel with some classic fish and chips before heading to our woodland camp. The drive to the camp was a scenic journey through Cornwall’s picturesque landscape, setting the stage for the next phase of our adventure.

Arriving at the camp was like stepping into a serene woodland oasis. The bell tents, complete with air beds, were a perfect blend of comfort and rustic charm. The campfire crackled invitingly, and the array of wild camp games, including giant Jenga and axe throwing, promised an evening of fun. Victor joined in the games, his good-natured competitiveness adding to the camaraderie of the group. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we gathered around the fire, sharing stories and laughter, the warmth of the flames warding off the evening chill.

Yoga and Surfing: A Perfect Balance

The next morning, we awoke to the gentle rustling of leaves and the promise of another day of adventure. Zoey, our yoga instructor, led us through a restorative yoga session, her dog Dash playfully weaving between mats. The yoga was a welcome respite, stretching out muscles sore from the previous day’s surfing and preparing us for another round in the water.

Back at the beach, the waves beckoned once more. With Victor’s guidance, the group tackled the surf with renewed confidence, and the thrill of riding a wave to shore was met with cheers and high-fives. The sense of accomplishment was palpable, a testament to the supportive environment fostered by Victor and Zoey.

As we packed up and prepared to leave, I reflected on the weekend’s experiences. The combination of surfing, yoga, and glamping in such a stunning setting was a refreshing break from the usual surf trips. It was a reminder of the joy of sharing the ocean with others and the simple pleasures of life on the road. For anyone seeking a mini-adventure and a chance to disconnect from the modern world, this experience is a must-try.