“I never promised you a
Wave Garden…”
The Surf Snowdonia Phenomenon
The Surf Snowdonia Phenomenon
I've been watching the hype around the Surf Snowdonia Wave
Garden in Wales with piqued interest. I perused the first real edit on
magicseaweed.com (http://magicseaweed.com/news/the-definitive-surf-snowdonia-edit1/7868/)
and was suitably impressed by the wave, the POV shots, ubiquitous drone angles
and fresh water fantails of spray but something loomed large; perhaps veiled by
the slick marketing drive and a flurry of astutely rationed video posts. It was
the marked absence of an essential ingredient, and it's been tugging at my
leash like kelp at low tide Elands ever since I watched the first few leaked
clips selling an endless Gaelic summer, give or take 364 days of low visibility
grey!
Here's the rub, after countless video refreshes, the wave and
its environs looked increasingly less appealing with each video refresh, not
entirely artificial, but more like a perfect meal lacking a crucial ingredient,
as glaringly obvious and simple as salt. The video edits seemed to desaturate
to more natural tones, the sky paled and the wave began to look more and more
like a pre-Photoshop supermodel. The proportions were perfect; even the wave
looked groomed and temptingly ripable, but my Wave Garden fantasy ended with me
wishing I was back home and about to suit up for some summer onshore bowls. Admittedly,
I've probably made a sizeable contribution to the depletion of our planet's
fossil fuels in search of surf, and the destination has often been far more disappointing
than the journey. A planet dotted with Wave Gardens should come as a welcome
relief but in this case, sadly not! Yes, Wave Garden acolytes wax on that “this
green wave (green wave? - This was the first red flag for me!) is a 2m high barrelling
wave (This remains to be experienced…). During your free surf (free surf? – Is
there such thing?) there will be maximum of 3 surfers, alternating surfing the
wave. During this 1 hour free surf you will each catch up to 20 waves."
What's more, apparently Surf Snowdonia was built on the site of a former
aluminium factory – though it has been decontaminated since, and approved by
Welsh environmental regulators, which in terms of possible pollution levels,
probably matches most SA urban beaches.
I must add that their promise of a 'maximum of 3 surfers' and
'20 waves' per session brought a wry smile to my face. At the very least it
meant no import of any inked-up Hawaiian heavies to bring some semblance of
order to the line-up ("Do Wave Gardens have a line-up?) and zero crowd
factor brought sweet relief, until of course those wave gardeners realise that
the three surfers per session rule is not financially viable. Cue the circus
music! No doubt these are mere developmental speed bumps on the road to Wave
Garden perfection, amongst others, such as the local weather, on-going
financial sustainability and inevitable lawsuits. Then there's that lattice of
support poles running adjacent to the wave's face. It looks a leash and kook
trap and should have any liability suit lawyer rubbing his hands in glee, but
I'm more than likely way off the mark here.
Before you deride me as a party pooper, I would love to give
a Surf Snowdonia lip a bash or two with a couple of mates. The experience of
"good" waves is a given, the frigid water temps will mean I will have
my hoodie and 4/3 at the ready and I'll have more than my fair share of waves;
and then a siren will sound and it will all be over - sans any risk of entering
the food chain or hope of being consigned to Davy Jones’ Locker. The biggest
risk of surfing Snowdonia is to your pocket, or your coronary well-being. The Surf
Snowdonia experience will have all the trappings of a theme park, presented in neo-bourgeois
hipster friendly hues (judging by the website styling) and probably to the ditties
of that fireside musical bore-adour, Jack Johnson, or some or other unplugged
beard. Perfectly packaged, sanitised and meeting every last sub-clause of a 500
page odd Health and Safety tome; all driven by complicated hydraulics and hum
of a distant generator - nothing we South Africans are unaccustomed to. To
boot, there's an Activity Lagoon for the sugared-up kids, complete with
obstacles and an array of floatables, a coffee bar, and even a camping site
planned for the expected 75 000 visitors. The Activity Lagoon will more than
likely be a magnet of misery for surfing parents keeping an eye out for their precious
water babies, all the while watching a 20 something rubber person weeding the
"cr*p" out of the Wave Garden. Yes, so much for fresh water surfing nirvana!
But something about the Surf Snowdonia experience continues
to irk me. No doubt there will the inevitable traffic jams, weekend crowds,
snaking queues, iniquitously priced craft beers and countless sunglasses
(despite the sunless gun metal sky) watching you fumble an otherwise effortless
take-off you've made a thousand times before in actual salt water, and then there
it was, like a rail in the gonads - the Wave Garden experience is entirely
fabricated; it's utterly predictable to the height and tideless push of every
wave. Besides, driving inland with boards strapped to the roof of a rental
should be illegal - full stop. By the way, Surf Snowdonia is eight miles from
the Welsh Coast, which brings me to my next point.
For most, surfing is a total sensory experience; it's
entirely immersive. There’s the dominating presence of the ocean, the arcing
gulls, smell of salt water, those first anticipatory notes of cold as you drop
your board in the sea, the slap of fibreglass against the sea, yes the sea, not
some chemically treated expanse of fresh water, that possibly served as a water
supply to an aluminium plant. I would like to think that surfing is a holistic
endeavour; the sea with its many moods and vast array of life is attached to
us, it's the sum of all those parts, even the life-threatening parts of reefs,
heavy waves and submarine businessmen in grey suits that make our obsession
unique and incomparably addictive. Swinging a tennis racquet, golf club or
pumping at a clipless pedal simply misses the mark by a light year or two. Surf
Snowdonia is special, but not that special, and much like a round of golf, its
pleasures are all realised within fabricated and somewhat sterile natural
surroundings.
Consider the individual who grows up "surfing" a
Wave Garden and then encounters the ocean for the first time. The art of
paddling, mastering a well-planned duck-dive, reading the elements - all vital
survival skills for any surfer worth the dried salt on his eyebrows, will not
be available to our intrepid Wave Gardener. It's more than likely he/she will
immediately realise that the Wave Garden back home and the ocean are two vastly
different quantum universes, one governed by an unforgiving and relentless set
of laws, and the other is more akin to a Xbox game or playpen.
So fellow surfers, don't feel too outdone by all the Surf Snowdonia
hype, it's no Forgotten Island of Santosha, Bruces, even onshore Dairy or dare
I say Muizenberg ruffled by a light side-shore; it's a golf course for “boards
riders”, it's more artifice than wave face. It will quantify your stoke by
means of an annual membership card that will guarantee 250 or more waves, and I
predict a rather unfathomable loss of boundless fun, compliments of Surf Kookonia,
apologies, I meant Surf Snowdonia. Oh yes, kayaks and SUPS are welcome at Wave
Gardens. Cue that circus music again…