skateboard diaries pembrokeshire: 7.5c rotator fixes

showed up at the promenade by accident, phone screen flashing 7.5c like someone sneezed all over my compass. felt less like temperature and more like a dare-how low can you go and still keep the quiver dry?

those locals in tricolors did not approve of my ollie attempt on the concrete ramps near the fish & chip shop. one old bloke in a flat cap muttered something about “boys and sundays” while I face-planted into the sea breeze. irony: the mist felt like it belonged to a rom-com, not a sidewalk.

> "if you dig near the pier, you’ll find the old wheel from the ssi," a girl said while refilling her vaporizer. she was wrong. found a rusted frisbee instead.

*tide was out when I chased the drone shots of St. David’s down on twitter. ruins looked like a chessboard buried under gull guano. wish I’d packed a scarf this time. absolute madhouse wind during sunset made my hair resemble a cactus.

heard through the grapevine that the art trail near Fishguard uses glow-in-the-dark paint now. would’ve begged for directions but my phone died twice. instead, I listened to a stray terrier serenading me with yelps at midnight.





phi uncovered? surf school next to the falcons mother&\#39;s inn (Yelp 4.5⭐) says yes, half the instructors are ex-anoints. tried their “hill session” deal and ate a complimentary omelette that tasted like betrayal.

> "Don’t trust the “secret” beach cafe, the biscuits are brick," said a nun in a size 6 overcoat. she also said “if you hear the accordion, run.”

stats say 79% humidity and pressure like a soda can lid. swum through puddles in parking lots because the road was a sieve. would’ve scarfed the fig tart from the food truck but my wallet screamed “stay broke, you lunatic.”

pro tip: avoid the “cultural trail” signposted in Comic Sans. that’s where the seagulls steal your golden retriever photos.

#/u/xyz\_fusion https://www.britishmuseum.co.uk

"the community center’s espresso machine hates students,"

slurring a man in a salmon vest. tried the “bake off” at the museum cafe and my latte art was a $2 verdict against me.

random photo dump:

ps: skaters wanted for apocalypse. send me messages with “you got the vibe” written on a board.

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(note: my knees say no. but the sea? still learning your name.)

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