One that sticks in my mind.
Christmas eve 1998. Me and my friend rocked up at Mothecombe beach for a surf, the weather was lousy and the waves were messy but we decided to go in. After about an hour my mate said the waves were looking better in the river mouth. So as we paddled over the wind stopped, the sun came out and the waves turned to glass, absolutely perfect. We surfed till it got dark and our arms felt like jelly. We were even joined in the line up by an inquisitive seal which seemed to take an interest in my mate and scared the shit out of him lol. A prospective lousy surf turned into an epic session. Followed by a nice pint of Doom Bar at a pub on the way home. The mate I went with us no longer friends with me as he stayed in and I got dfd. Cest la vie.