But waiting for those conditions? Well, that takes a hell of a lot of patience, and no shortage of good old Yorkshire obstinance too. For what makes the opportunities so hard to come by is the fact that you’re not just after waves. Winds need to align with tides; which need to align to daylight hours; which need to align with your availability. And Yorkshire’s place on the map doesn’t exactly predispose itself to any of these things. With a narrow window for well-travelled swell, a large tidal range and limited daylight hours in the winter months (when the surf is at its best) you’re up against it. About the only thing in our favour, is a prevailing wind direction which is off-shore.

It means flat spells lasting months are not uncommon. During which, the east coast surfing population tends to go a little stir crazy; religiously refreshing forecasts only to find that - surprise, surprise - they still say the same as they did the last time you checked, five minutes earlier.

When the waves do finally arrive, it can mean that hundreds of swell-starved surfers flock to the coast. This can bring with it a storm of its own, one caused by human emotion. It’s not as if there aren’t enough waves to go around - there are - but you need to understand that not all waves were made equal and everyone wants to be on the best ones. So, after months of waiting, the fact that certain spots are better than others, and certain waves at those spots will also be better than others, creates an artificial scarcity. And with it, an edgy dynamic unique to the surfing scene.