And those final sequences at Mullaghmore are visceral in their power – if they don’t send a shiver down your spine then you can’t call yourself a real surfer. Cold, monochrome, fearsome and unrelenting waves thrash out their lives against the Sligo coastline and are ridden by a handful of guys who can realistically and justifiably claim a direct connection as far back as Freeth and even the origin of surfing in Hawaii.

There have been heated debates on these pages about the quality of surf in the British Isles compared to the rest of the world, but watch Waveriders and I defy anyone anywhere who is not scared of donning a wetsuit to tell me that Ireland at least doesn’t have some of the best waves in the world – hell, even Slater says so. And Waveriders shows you so.

It also shows you that surfing in the 21st century is as much Irish as it is Hawaiian – indeed the future may be more Irish than Hawaiian – and that we’re lucky, because whilst we’re not all born Irish (or Hawaiian) we do all have Ireland’s waves within relatively easy reach.

So, watch Waveriders when it does the rounds, be inspired then book the ferry to Rosslare. Because believe me, you’ll want to after seeing the surf sequences. And the music is pretty good too…