Carve Magazine Carve 203 Edição anterior

Well, hello!
Sorry about the intermission. A pesky pandemic caught up with us, and err... not going to lie, the surf got pretty good too.
There have been a few changes here at Carve as Sharpy, our Editor of 10 years decided to vacate the chair in May. It doesn’t seem like five minutes since we met Sharpy in a dark, dingy cellar bar in London and I dragged him back into mag land after spending a fiver on a pint. We’d just like to thank him for all his hard work and we wish him luck in the future.
So, here we are after total lockdown, and what a world we live in now. I think it is fair to say a lot of us found new energy in the quiet days of April and May. Certainly in the southwest, which had sunshine and offshore winds for days. Reports from nearly every beach were coming in saying that everyone was loving cycling and walking to the surf: “Just like the old days,” said those that could remember. “The days of our lives" said some groms… Actually, they just grunted, but I knew what they meant. The ‘community’ seemed to be being spreading quicker in the surf community, than COVID was inland. It was rad to see. Also amazing was the way the lifeguards, surfers and surf lifesavers united to save lives, filling the gap left by the RNLI postponement of lifeguards. Which was awesome to behold.
So what of the mag? Well, after days of sunshine and offshores and other distractions, it was obvious I couldn’t work from home. So I returned to work and sat in an empty office at the start of June, with an empty flat plan contemplating my 198th issue of Carve. After the buzz of the beach, it was quiet and it was strange… but then that song, ‘A Hero’s Death (Life Ain’t Always Empty) by Fontaines D.C, came drifting down the inter web, so I listened. 

Don't get stuck in the past
Say your favourite things at mass
Tell your mother that you love her
And go out of your way for others
Sit beneath a light that suits ya
And look forward to a brighter future