My first day out on my own

So as I've mentioned elsewhere I'm very inexperienced, a middle aged guy who can't afford a Ferrari so instead decided to fight the decline by taking to the waves. I had a few lessons in Porto and promptly purchased all the kit a beginner needs on my return to the UK. Today I drove out to Broadstairs in Kent (at one point the home of Charles Dickens) just to get my new Bic Magnum wet. The water was as flat as a pancake, barely a ripple to be seen, but this is what I wanted as I correctly guessed there would be no surfers whose passage I could impede and I just wanted to practice getting on the board, lying sitting, paddling and popping up even if just to fall off immediately as my board bobbed around like a cork in still sheltered waters of Viking Bay.
I felt a bit self conscious to be honest, plodding down through the beach in early November past the families in their sweaters and jackets and hats as they walked their dogs. But the moment I got in the water it all just melted away and I was in a happy little surfing-inept world of my own. I did make a bit of progress, improved my paddling, got a better sense of balance on the board, and learned to sit on the board which I felt quite proud of.
After about an hour and a half with the light dying I climbed the steep stone staircase up the cliff, panting and knackered, happy to have left my problems with the sea at least for the time being. Being the only person in a wetsuit there meant that I got a lot of friendly conversation as I dripped my way back to the car which was kind of fun as well.
In conclusion, even with no waves to surf on I still had a damn good time out there with my board. I was smiling for every one of the 67 miles back to London. Can't wait to get out there again!
Excelsior!
I felt a bit self conscious to be honest, plodding down through the beach in early November past the families in their sweaters and jackets and hats as they walked their dogs. But the moment I got in the water it all just melted away and I was in a happy little surfing-inept world of my own. I did make a bit of progress, improved my paddling, got a better sense of balance on the board, and learned to sit on the board which I felt quite proud of.
After about an hour and a half with the light dying I climbed the steep stone staircase up the cliff, panting and knackered, happy to have left my problems with the sea at least for the time being. Being the only person in a wetsuit there meant that I got a lot of friendly conversation as I dripped my way back to the car which was kind of fun as well.
In conclusion, even with no waves to surf on I still had a damn good time out there with my board. I was smiling for every one of the 67 miles back to London. Can't wait to get out there again!
Excelsior!