One of the great things about my working van, a Fiat Scudo, is that it's also the perfect vehicle for my hobby, surfing.
I'm able to drive it down to Cornwall or take it on the ferry over to Ireland whenever me and the boys have the opportunity for a surfing break, whether it's a week-long or a weekend-long thing.
Yep, nothing compares to a good surfing holiday – nothing. I've even told my girlfriend that there's nothing she can do that bares comparison with hopping into the van and heading for the surf – and I mean, nothing, if you catch my drift.
I just wish I'd been in Ireland recently, which has been experiencing some of the best surf in its history.
I would have loved it if instead of using my van insurance to drive the Fiat Scudo around the outskirts of London, I'd been able to take it to Donegal and ride the biggest wave to ever hit Irish shores. The 67ft monster really would have been something to behold.
I know I might sound mad, but even if I were to die surfing, it wouldn't be a bad way to go.
But one lucky man did get to ride the wave, even if he did dislocate his knee and snap his board in half in the process, and, unsurprisingly, he said it was a thrill to compare with the very best!