Born and raised in Nottingham, I first learned to windsurf on a lake—but there’s only so far you can go without the sea.

After a tough year of illness, multiple operations, and even having a few body parts removed, my surgeon gave me some blunt but liberating advice: “Go out and get on with your life.”

I’d read about windsurfing in Poole Harbour, and when an invite came to head down south for New Year’s Eve, I jumped at the chance.

On New Year’s Day 1995, I found myself windsurfing in the surprisingly warm waters of Poole Harbour—and that’s where my love affair with the sea truly began.

Naturally, I lived out of my trusty VW camper for a year & now i live here full time.