We go to school to learn.

Ever since we could skate, we skated at schools.  From their small stair sets, to their perfectly grind-able benches, and every li’l feature in-between.  There is no doubt that schools are the Mecca of skate spots.

But I’m not going to lie, it has been a while since I’ve rolled around in one.  My days of poppin’ kickflips down ragged 2-stairs are almost a distant memory.

I remember we used to spend entire weekends searching-out, and hanging around at nearby schools.  We would skate, drink water from the bubblers, and skate some more.  When a suspected teacher would come by to pick up their forgotten notebooks, we would all run – giddy as school girls on a crisp winter’s morning – and hide behind whatever we could find.

Though, since I started riding downhill, my perspectives have changed.  I look for hills, I search for the steep, and I pan for a rocky horizon, always wondering how the roads snake their way through those distant silhouettes.

Anyway, last weekend, we wanted to test out a few of the boards (the Dixie Drumstick and The Pilot) – we had a couple of amazing photographers (Rob from twentysevenb & Eli from Liar Liar) keen to have a go at shooting us skate, all we needed, was a location.

We wanted to find a place that had character, had unique scenery, and obviously, had a hill…

We found one…

I’ve never known a uni to be so skater-friendly.   They even had water bubblers!

If you want to check out more photos of the night twentysevenb & Liar Liar.

Peace from the cottage.