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There’s Surf to Be Had in New England

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In Mikel, from New Hampshire–based photographer Brian Nevins, local shaper and surfer Mikel Evans carves up some very chilly breaks.

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[INAUDIBLE] [MUSIC - CHADWICK STOKES, "HIT THE BELL WITH YOUR ELBOW"]

It was 29 years in dog years since I'd seen my little lady. See, I needed some space and time to kill, all my highway thrills. And now I'm back in her old mill town.

I've been dry and clean and I'm ready to try this love thing again. And I will, I'm not going in any direction. But she laughed and said times have changed. There ain't no bed for you here.

Just hit the bell with your elbow when you come in out from the rain. You can promise me nothing and I will do the same. I don't need you to fight for me and I don't need you to cry. Just hit the bell with your elbow, yes, and come in with your hands up high.

I told her I'd been through a lot out there. Lost my Chukka playboy boots at the River Bottom Inn. I lost my Baracuta jacket in a bet gone wrong. But through it all, I heard the birds whistling your name. She laughed and said you can sneeze in a basket, but still ain't no bed for you here.

And hit the bell with your elbow and come in from the rain. You can promise me nothing and I will do the same. I don't need you to fight for me and I don't need you to cry.

Just hit the bell with your elbow, yes, and come in with your hands up high and your pants down low-- pants down low-- pants down low-- pants down low. Keep your boot laces, keep 'em high and tight-- high and tight.

Pants down low-- pants down low-- with your pants down low you can hide-- hide-- in me-- in me-- tonight. Now you you can hide-- hide-- in me-- in me-- tonight.

But did you say that you had no place to go? Or that you had no place to stay-- place to stay? Did you say that you had no place to go?

Which is it boy? 'Cause it's cold outside, you either go or you stay.

And hit the bell with your elbow and come in from the rain. You can promise me nothing and I will do the same. I don't need you to fight for me and I don't need you to cry.

Just hit the bell with your elbow, yes, and come in with your hands up high-- and with your pants down low-- pants down low-- pants down low-- pants down low.

Keep them boot laces, keep 'em high and tight-- high and tight. Your pants down low-- pants down low-- with your pants down low-- you can hide-- hide-- in me-- in me tonight.

Well, you can hide-- hide-- in me-- in me tonight. Well, you can hide-- hide-- in me-- in me tonight. Now you can hide in me tonight.

New Hampshire