A Surfing Life – by Sid Pitman

A Surfing Life-by Sid Pitman, (or the ramblings of a senile idiot).

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been involved at the start of surfing in Great Britain and especially on the Isle of Wight. The friends I have made and the great times /fun we had together can never be erased from my memory.

My involvement with surfing started with body boarding in the early sixties, as soon as I could drive and could get to Compton, with a homemade plywood board curved at the front and painted blue (a lot of my boards have been blue).

I then saw surfing on Television from Makaha Beach Hawaii and I knew that was the sport I wanted to follow, I was hooked,

I had no idea on the exact shape or length of a surfboard, only that they were made of some sort of foam with a fibreglass outer shell, I decided to try Polystyrene foam and shaped my first board with a handsaw and a surform blade. When I had got the shape I thought it should be it was cut lengthways in half and an oak stringer glued in after covering with cascamite and newspaper it was then fiberglassed and painted blue with white and yellow stripes, hence the cover shot of wight surf history. I had this board a few years before giving it to Rob Clark when he started.

Sid Pitman 1967

I had seen other guys at compton surfing but not met them until an advert appeared in the County Press announcing the Isle of Wight Surf Club had been formed and to contact a Ventnor phone number which I did with my mate Ben Kelly. That’s when I met Roger backhouse and his girlfriend Sue Ellis, Geoff (Ned) Gardner, Rusty Long, Jon Jon Ainsworth, Colin Burgess, Colin Hickey, Bob Booth, Steve Brown. Very shortly afterwards others joined including-Keith Williams, Roger Cooper, Rory Angus, Ian Vallender, Mary Hughes, Dave Bottrell, Glynn Kernick, Rob Eldridge, Dave Saleroe, Doug Saunders, Mr Cosmic(Derek Thompson) and many others

Sid Pitman, Dave Paddon, Jon Jon (Ainsworth) and Unknown

Soon after the formation of the surf club, Sues mum and dad allowed us to have Clare Cottage in Spring Hill, Ventnor as a clubhouse, where we could meet-up hold parties and film shows. It was quite something to find 80 people crammed into a small two bedroomed cottage watching a super 8 surf film. Having Spring Hill outside also enabled us to try out the new surfing craze “Skateboarding” invented by a Californian to practice on when the surf was flat. Someone got an old pair off roller skates, removed the wheels and bolted to the bottom of on old piece of wood and we were away. Rusty Long memorably overtaking a car one evening.

Sid Pitman

In the 60s and 70s the car park at Compton was obviously considerably larger than it is today. On the left hand front side, was a large wooden shiplap café/shop belonging to a chap called Ron Munt. Ron sold everything from ice creams to plywood surf boards, this shop was there for many years before the inevitable erosion of the cliff face took its toll on it. The early surf club was fortunate to be able to lease one of the many quite large two roomed beach huts from the National Trust, that were situated in the small valley to the right side of the car park, unit that to fell victim of erosion although we did manage to move it with a “Cheek Bros Crane” away from the cliff edge on one occasion, (any photos would be appreciated to add to this).

Sid Pitman at Compton

My First surf trip was to Porthtowan Cornwall to go to see the Cornish and Open Surf Championships in which our Honorary club president Rod Sumpter was completing. Rory Angus and myself travelled down in Geoff (Ned ) Gardners Standard 8 car. It took 6 to 8 hours driving to travel down in those days and at about two in the morning Ned by this time was understandably getting tired,and at that time you had to go through Launceston where you had to negotiate a hairpin bend. Ned unfortunately missed the bend and shot up an ally opposite, after doing a three point turn we returned to the main road and continued to Cornwall. After about half a mile a police mini van over took us blue light flashing and stopped us. Ned got out walked up to the policeman who was emerging ominously from his vehicle and said “Hello Gilbert, I suppose it’s about that whoreing u-bend we missed back there”. The copper was so non plussed at this approach he just said “Well I saw you had one go at that bend. When you returned for a repeat, I thought I’d better stop you” He graciously let Ned off with a warning and a form to produce his documents at a police station within seven days.

When we camped we had no tents only ex Army Sleeping bags which we lay either between the cars (before the days of VW campervans) or under hedges or walls, after consuming generous quantities of Scrumpy to ease the often very wet nights. Some very boisterous evenings were had including one notorious one in the Old Albion ,Crantock, which involved first eating large amounts of baked beans, drinking lots of beer and a lit cigarette lighter. Those who were there can remember Derek Thompson rolling on the floor helpless with laughter, it also cleared the pub of locals.

The next trip to porthtowan I shared a berth in Roger Coopers van, only to get him to wake me at three o,clock in the morning with him saying “ Do you want some prunes sunshine?” I politely declined, where on he commenced to eat the whole tin.

Later surf trips included Mort Hoe, The Gower, and France, one memorable trip in 1980 found over 15 members of the surf club assembled on the sea front at Bidart, where the inevitable party ensued. During that trip one of my memories was of about 200 people enjoying the 8ft shore break at La Barre ,being rolled over in a multi-national jumble of arms, legs, bodies, sand and gravel, great fun!

Anyone who has ridden Freshwater Bay remembers the first paddle out and drop-in. The heart in the mouth feeling of anticipation not knowing for certain what is going to appear on the horizon to the east of the needles. Seeing the large lumps of sea building and not knowing exactly how big the next set is going to be. The bay has an unnerving habit of doubling in size every 10 to 12 minutes, to catch the unwary that are caught on the inside. For the brave or skilled the best take off zone is in front of the rocks in front of the Albion Hotel.

Sid Pitman at Freshwater Bay

As you start to paddle if the sets are much over head high it is advisable to paddle at an angle to the wave or immediately turn before the drop, as the wave is so hollow you may well free fall down the wave if you attempt to bottom turn. Once on the wave you face a collapsing section of wave we christened “the Cabbage Patch” once past this, a long wall of peeling surf will follow you. If over 8ft it will sound like thunder cracking and spitting in your ears, if over 10ft the light goes darker as the wave blocks the sun from the south and you need to race the break to the centre of the bay.

Years ago I remember surfing the bay when a large patch of maggots had accumulated in the calm zone in the middle of the bay from some form of dead marine animal. When you finished surfing you had to remove them all from your wetsuit and baggies.

Any Surfer knows when there is no surf it can get pretty boring, on one such episode after taking a walk along Compton beach I thought it would be a good idea to have a mud slide on one of the wetter parts of the cliffs near the fields. After generating some interest from about ten others we dammed up a small rivulet on the cliff and made a pond at the bottom. After experimenting a bit it turned out to be quite a bit of fun and we filmed it. A couple of months later Mike Smith saw a National competition for any film to do with mud to be presented to Johnson and Johnson, so mike took the film I had and added it to his and edited the film and sent it off. After a couple of months Johnson and Johnson told Mike that he had won a 8mm sound cine camera.

My first custom board was a Surfboard Basques, made by Len Howarth and Bob Ward. Bob, who in my opinion was one of the greatest surfers the Island has ever produced. Other Island pioneer board makers have been Roger Cooper – Zippy Sticks, Tad Ciastula – Vitamin Sea and Keith Williams, Dave Jacobs and Tony Macpherson – Jake Wilson Surfboards.

Sid Pitman

One Response to “A Surfing Life – by Sid Pitman”

  1. gail says:

    Still enjoying the reminissing, I am still surfing my Rog Cooper mal but it got a bit of a hammering at Fistral yesterday.

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