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Porthtowan, Cornwall, peeling away at midday on September 23. A day to remember for South West surfers.© 2014 Matthew Loots
North Fistral is the go-to spot for many surfers in North Cornwall; a crowded and shapely old faithful. Suffice to say it was pumping on Monday.© 2014 almoorse
A near perfect union of high and low pressure.
Perranporth© 2014 Digital Wave
One of the healthy contingent of Porthtowan bodyboarders slides under a feathering backlit lip.© 2014 James Watling
The swell even made its way up to the Isle of Wight, greeted by a very contented longboarder.© 2014 s0ulsurfing
Tunnel vision in the Newquay vicinity.© 2014 Mr B Photo
A local slices through a fun wall in Jersey.© 2014 Uncle Monty
Fistral© 2014 FacesPlaces
Ishmael Hamon laying into a left at Porthtowan.© 2014 Matthew Loots
Same surfer, different wave.© 2014 Matthew Loots
At times there was perhaps a little too much wind, but after a near waveless summer, few were complaining.© 2014 James Watling
Follow the coastline East and you arrive at Croyd, in North Devon, one of the few high-class beachbreaks in the South West.© 2014 Tristan James Bransby
Fistral© 2014 Time Waves
On the following day (24th), the ocean was in the process of calming down. However, there were still reams of closeout barrels to go around.© 2014 Mr B Photo
Perranporth on the 24th.© 2014 Digital Wave
As the size came down on the Tuesday, the crowds filled in. North Fistral catering for the masses.© 2014 Archy
A lonesome bomb goes unridden at Bude, North Cornwall.© 2014 Mo Samuels
Peace out.© 2014 Martin Yelland
The British surfing summer was much like any other; a dismal blend of feeble lines, windslop and millpond moments. With a pessimistic outlook nurtured by months of high pressure, many feared that September would follow the same course. Fortunately, it didn’t.
For the past week, surfers across South West England have been greeted by corduroy lines and overhead tubes on their approach to the beach, and mental image to be treasured and locked away for those inevitable flat days to come.
This album is a selection of the best shots we’ve had sent in from the swell, most of which fall between September 23/24. With the forecast still looking promising, no doubt there will be more to come.
The Yeti is real and we chased it through forest and stream in the dead of the PNW winter.
A cacophony of bells reverberated around the sandstone cliffs of Bells Beach on Wednesday, announcing the wins of two wholly unsurprising victors.
The Approaching Lines Festival is a three-night extravaganza showcasing the cream of UK and International surf filmmaking.
Two Argentinian brothers journey into the myth infused archipelago of Patagonia.
Drawn in by the ugly perfection of P-Pass, Alex and Koa Smith journeyed to those isolated dots of sand in the western Pacific and ended up scoring one of the best sessions of the year.