'Tessa, Alicia and Becca have just been surfing at Polzeath on the north Cornish coast. They are all 18, they all talk in a manner that would do the BBC World Service proud, they are all staying just a few miles away in Rock. And they all like my clothes. But…
“But?” I say.
“Well,” says Tessa, carefully. “Are they meant to be on you? Or, you know, on somebody younger?”
Ah. Ouch. Ah and ouch. For I am here, in the chicest, most Chelsea-est bit of Cornwall, to live out a teenage dream.'
Mannanan, God of the sea, mists and the otherworld
This Is North Cornwall reports on Polzeath and surfing schools here
An article on young Sloanespeak is
here
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