Gearoid McDaid: Nothing Beats Home

Enter Gearoid McDaid For those of you who are unfamiliar, Gearoid (Pronounced Gea-akdjhaipudh), Gearoid is one of Ireland’s nay Northern Europe’s hottest prospects right about now. A supremely well round surfer and amazing value on the beers. Needless to say we get along outstandingly well. A phone call is made - “Guys I’d love to have you come stay, and shoot - it’s pumping, but I’m stuck in Portugal and it sucks”

More phone calls are made, to powers that be with credit cards shinier than ours. iMessages back and forth. “Shit this is actually doable” Emails sent and followed by drumming of fingers on desk. “Shiiit emails are slow”. Back to phone calls. Boards and Cameras lie packed, hinting at a trip but un-sure of their destiny. Much like their owners. Grasping of hairs and constant iPhone checking. More emails. Travel agents with superpowers have got us tickets. Gearoid has a ticket. Life is fine and life is great. Invitations to beers and a dinner in France (we’re still very sorry) are politely blown off. We are so stupid. We are so clever. One high tail up the motorway. A full long stay car park. We’ll leave it in short haul and deal with that on the flipside. One Flight. One tiny hire car. 3 Guinness's. Sleep.

And 24 hours later we are there. The waves pumped outside of our hostess with the mostess Noah Lane’s house and him and Gearoid ruled the roost. The forecast of emerald barrels and guiness showers rang true. A glorious three days”

Words by Alexei Obolensky | Photos by Robin Pailler .