How many times in my life would I imagine myself as a part of a three man strong surf mission? I can’t even count to one on this one, but when it takes you to a windy and rainy place on the very north tip of the British mainland I’m not the one to complain.
Thurso you are a bit of a dead and grey town in the beginning of November, but I like you anyway. Mainly because you’re the starting point to more beautiful places (like the Orkneys).


