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There aren’t many pastimes, sports, and hobbies slash artforms where the venue you attempt your enjoyment goes missing for weeks on end.
Imagine Wimbledon being cancelled.
‘Sorry, the centre court was there yesterday, now there’s a big muddy hole in the ground, and we don’t think it’ll reappear for a good few weeks.’ No Grand Prix this year as the tarmac has sodded off to France. The venerated Wembley turf is nowt but a thatch of weeds, on the plus side there are some fantastic blackberries to be had, and the bees are having a whale of a time. Even your local park manages to be available for a kick about with jumpers for goalposts more often than not. Surfing is a bit of a twat in this respect. As any British surfer knows summer can be a bit of a pain in the derriere. Of course, flat spells are possible any time of year, we’ve had some spring time mirror-calm periods that went on for near two months. Meaning surfers lose their marbles just that little bit. Or should that be ‘a bit more?’ In the old pre-internet days of phone forecasts and shouting at Bill Giles on the BBC Weather we never quite knew what was going on like we do these days. We’d ring PJ’s phone line and wait for his coded message, fingers crossed that weekend would be the one the Atlantic would come back to life. Many a drive was made to witness a flat ocean that inevitably turned into a surf shopping spree and a slap-up lunch instead. You kids these days have it easy. Whack out your HD pocket computer, fire up the cams, and you can see what’s happening all over the country in a jiffy. Then see if anything is coming short term with fancy pants satellite data backing you up. All the forecast tech in the world doesn’t stop flat spells. It also doesn’t make them any easier to cope with.