Wilma Johnson surfs her dreams. In her book ‘Surf Mama’, Wilma Johnson tells the story of how she left an Irish fishing village with her family to come and live in Guéthary and live her dream – to surf. Words Sylvie Barrens ( translation WJ) Photos Bertrand Lapègue To be honest, Wilma the artist wasn’t destined to become a ‘real’ surfer, the type who heads off in December in the rain to catch waves beach, and comes back with […]
Really nice ’20 minute book review’ in The Connexion. Just a little disclaimer – I was only referring to my own ‘dowdy 70s layered haircut ‘- no-one else has one, except perhaps the sheep . Need to make that clear or I may never drink Guinness in Dingle again! It had never occurred to me that wetsuit manufacturers do not offer a maternity range but Wilma Johnson noticed it as she was summing up the good (three children) and the bad (a […]
Arrived in Dublin saturday night – only one thing to do when you get here – boost your B vitamins and iron in an old fashioned bar – like Fallons which has been serving pints to passing surf bums since the 17th century! Heading to Dingle and Ballydavid the long way round – via Donegal hoping to catch a few waves in Bundoran on my way….
Back home in Biarritz in time for the Wheels and Waves bike rally – sadly no sign of waves, the Bay of Biscay looked more like the river Thames all week. But Flo found this nice set of wheels …. waiting for Marlon Brando to come and buy us a glass of rosé on the terrace in Olatua.