Surf etiquette for beginners usually gets explained through priority, dropping in and where not to paddle. Useful stuff. But perhaps there is another rule worth adding: remember that everybody in the line-up had to learn once.
Dolly, but make it line-up etiquette.
Yes, we know. Dolly Parton.
We can already hear the weekend surf warriors reaching for their keyboards, furious that an uppity surf retreat would dare wander off-piste into Dolly-related greatness rather than sticking to the approved curriculum: how to “smash” your front-side cutback, the viral at-home pop-up workout, or the revolutionary foam core apparently capable of adding 11% more flow to your bottom turn.
For anyone new to Peak and our slightly sideways take on life: bear with us.
We recently disappeared down the rabbit hole of Dolly Parton’s America, Jad Abumrad’s excellent podcast about Dolly, America and the strange cultural space she has managed to occupy between people who agree on almost nothing.
One idea has been rattling around ever since.
Dolly has spent decades doing something increasingly unfashionable: refusing to make hatred of the other side part of her identity. That does not mean agreeing with everybody or pretending bad behaviour is fine. It is something slightly harder — wanting somebody to become better rather than simply wanting them cast out.
You do not need Dolly’s religion to understand the principle.
And, oddly enough, it travels rather well to the beach.
SURF ETIQUETTE IS MOSTLY GOOD MANNERS IN NEOPRENE
First, the useful bit.
Surf etiquette is the informal set of rules that helps surfers share waves safely and fairly. The surfer closest to the peak generally has priority. Do not drop in on somebody already riding. Do not paddle around people simply to steal priority. Try not to paddle straight into somebody’s line. Communicate. Share waves. If you cock something up, apologise and move on.
None of this is particularly mysterious. It is mostly good manners, translated into neoprene.
Surfing England puts it rather nicely too: respect other surfers, communicate, help people where you can and remember that the entire point is supposed to be fun.
And Cornwall, happily, gives you plenty of places to practice all of the above.
EVERYBODY WAS A BEGINNER ONCE
The ocean is already doing quite enough to make surfing feel unfamiliar when you start.
Moving peaks. Strange terminology. Cold water. Boards with names that sound like rejected craft beers. And enough rubber-clad bodies bobbing offshore to make the whole thing look like a meeting whose dress code was communicated very badly.
A beginner does not also need somebody glaring at them from beneath a 5/4 hood because they accidentally sat three metres too deep.
They probably need somebody to explain why.
That does not mean abandoning standards. Priority matters. Surf etiquette matters. Local knowledge matters. Dropping in can cause collisions. Paddling into the wrong place can create problems. Understanding how a line-up works is part of becoming a surfer.
But there is a considerable difference between correcting somebody and humiliating them.
Someone drops in accidentally? Tell them what happened. A nervous beginner paddles into the wrong spot? Help them understand where to sit. Somebody is learning the etiquette of a beach you have surfed for twenty years? Remember there was once a morning when you had absolutely no idea either.
Standards are useful.
The theatre around them generally less so.
CORNWALL IS A PRETTY GOOD PLACE TO LEARN
One of the nicest things about surfing in Cornwall is the sheer variety of people sharing the water.
You get locals who have surfed the same stretch of coast for decades. Beginners taking their first lesson. Travelling surfers. Teenagers who make everything look offensively easy. People who started at 35 and are having considerably more fun than they expected.
And, more often than not, people help each other.
Someone calls a stranger into a wave. A more experienced surfer points out where the current is running. Somebody lends wax. Somebody laughs when you fall off. Somebody who has surfed for thirty years still looks genuinely delighted when somebody else catches their first green wave.
That is Cornish surf culture at its best.
It is welcoming without pretending the rules do not matter.
Because more people are arriving at surfing without growing up around it. They might come for a beginner surf lesson in Cornwall, arrive solo for a retreat, borrow a board from a friend or finally decide at 34 that the thing they have always wanted to try should perhaps graduate from “one day” to Tuesday.
Good.
The sport survives because new people fall in love with it.
The trick is helping them become good surfers rather than resenting them for not already being one.
THE LINE-UP IS NOT A PRIVATE MEMBERS’ CLUB
This is where Dolly sneaks back in.
We live in the age of the permanent receipt. Say the wrong thing. Make the wrong product. Screw something up publicly and there is an increasingly tempting response available: finished, delete them, into the sea.
Some consequences are absolutely necessary. Some behaviour deserves anger. Forgiveness without boundaries quickly becomes stupidity wearing a peace-sign necklace.
But accountability and permanent exile do not always have to mean the same thing.
Surfing offers a pleasingly small-scale version of this problem most days.
Someone makes a mistake. You can decide they are a kook forever, or you can help them stop making it.
One option feels considerably more useful.
THE LINE-UP IS BIGGER THAN THE WAVE
Surfing is unusually good at turning strangers into temporary communities.
You wait together, miss waves together, get caught inside together and occasionally spend twenty minutes discussing whether the last set was “definitely bigger” despite having absolutely no evidence whatsoever. It is one reason people can arrive solo in Cornwall and find themselves part of something remarkably quickly. The activity does most of the introductions for you.
But communities do not become good simply because everybody happens to enjoy the same thing. They become good because people decide how they want to behave inside them.
Share waves. Respect experience. Teach people the rules. Admit when you cock something up. Help somebody who looks lost. And perhaps resist the urge to turn every mistake into a trial.
That does not make the line-up softer. It makes it better.
A LITTLE MORE DOLLY
Maybe the radical move is not lowering standards. It is helping more people reach them.
That applies rather nicely to surfing because progression has always depended on somebody knowing something before you did. A coach explaining where to paddle. A friend fixing your stance. A stranger telling you that, actually, you were in the way there.
Learn the rules. Respect the line-up. Give people room. And when somebody gets it wrong, correct where you need to, forgive where you can, then call them into the next one.
There are worse ways to spend a morning in Cornwall.
The ocean has plenty of lessons.
But the line-up could probably use one or two from Dolly too.
If you fancy learning such lessons with good coaching and a friendly crew around you, take a look at what’s included on a Peak surf retreat in Cornwall.
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