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American Surreal

In the late fifties and sixties my father got hooked on surfing, despite living in the UK and not living anywhere near a beach that you could surf on (I don’t think Avonmouth or Weston-Super-Mare have ever been surfing Meccas!) he and the family went to Cornwall every summer, a habit that continued after I […]

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