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S upurf's Bundoran may have a sleepy vibe, but along its shores


the pace picks up — with novice-friendly waves, it’s the ideal place to learn the thrill of the chase


I


lie flat, body clamped to my board like a barnacle. Stealing glances over my shoulder, I scan the horizon


for an approaching breaker. When one hits my feet, it’s time to paddle, frantically, windmill arms smashing at the ocean. It’s now or never so I scramble to my knees, ready to leap up, shimmy sideways and ride the curving whitecap like a pro. It’s a flop. I wobble in suspended slo-mo before my disobedient board surges sideways to catapult me into an inglorious face- plant fiasco. As I slam into the seabed, a realisation hits home: surfing is much trickier than it looks. Spluttering water, I resurface to find


Anthony shaking his wind-tousled beach curls in dismay. “You won’t balance if you don’t look up,” he admonishes. Behind his happy-go-lucky grin and flawless tan, my surf instructor means business, no doubt an attitudinal throwback to his pre-surfing suit-and-tie days. I’m in Bundoran, a nostalgic seaside


town on Donegal’s southernmost point, for a surfing masterclass. Once the preserve of grey-haired bus-trippers arriving for sea-view cream teas, in recent years the town has upped its cool quotient by luring in an international surfing gaggle with the promise of awesome swell courtesy of a wind- whipped coastline punctuated by reef and point breakers. I’m testing my nerve at Tullan Strand, a dune-backed sweep of golden sand known for its consistent and novice-friendly waves. An hour earlier, I had wriggled into


a clammy wetsuit, followed a set of warm-up stretches and did hilarious dry-run surfing exercises on the beach.


Following Anthony’s lead, we practised feet positions, balancing techniques and that all-important straddle-to-standing manoeuvre, impossible to master even when stationary. “It’s like you’re learning to walk all over again,” Anthony consoled before demonstrating the distress signal. His final word was on local marine life: “If you see a fin, it’s just a dolphin,” he assured, before marching us out to sea. Aſter my initial wipe out, I line up


my board for another bash. This time, Anthony offers a helping hand. As he pushes me forward, I gain enough momentum to veer up onto the face of the breaker. Instructions swirl in and out of focus; I say a silent Hail Mary and clamber clumsily to my feet. For at least three gloriously unsteady seconds I charge shoreward, punching hands out in victory, feeling euphoric. Many more attempts and a few


salty glugs later, to my chagrin, the session is over. We stagger out of the water, exhausted and elated, to regroup on the beach. It’s late aſternoon’s golden hour and a wash of iridescent sunshine is beckoning more surfers down to the shore. Surfing, I realise, is a fickle passion.


There’s the thrill of the chase, the dizzying highs and heart-jolting lows with wipe out an ever-present possibility. I ask Anthony if he ever tires of pursuing the perfect wave. “Sometimes,” he tells me. “But then I close my eyes and think of being on the London tube.” As we climb the cliffs to return for hot chocolate at the surf school, I look back to see tiny figures rising and dropping through cerulean-blue rollers and feel a jolt of envy. bundoransurfco.com


FANAD LIGHTHOUSE, FANAD HEAD Sleep in epic seclusion in one of three self-catered apartments occupying the base of Fanad Lighthouse. Furnished with wood floors in serene cream-and-marine tones, these former lightkeepers’ cottages promise mesmeric sunsets and a wake-up call of crashing rollers and squawking gulls. fanadlighthouse.com


WATERFRONT HOTEL, DUNGLOE Sweeping ocean views are the heart and soul of this recently opened hotel sitting bang on the Wild Atlantic Way. Sun pours into its bistro-bar that attracts a steady stream of sociable locals who whip up a cheery buzz. Comfy beds and heroic-sized breakfasts help fuel windswept day trips to the nearby islands. waterfronthoteldungloe.ie


RATHMULLAN HOUSE, RATHMULLAN This country retreat boasts antique- draped bedrooms, fire-warmed drawing rooms and a restaurant serving homegrown fare. Resist wallowing too long in the indoor pool as outside there are flower-filled gardens and a pathway to the beach on the edge of Lough Swilly. rathmullanhouse.com


HARVEY’S POINT, DONEGAL TOWN Sprawled across the shores of Lough Eske, this family-run bolthole charms you silly with its blissful scenery and heartfelt hospitality. Enormous suites are glammed up with pillow-swelled four-posters and whirlpool-fitted bathrooms while the dining room offers fish feasts and lake views. The bar is invitingly sociable aſter a day in the remote outdoors. harveyspoint.com


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