I went out at Fistral on August bank holiday Monday in 1980 and the only other surfer out was a South African guy who was really good (I followed him and did what he did).
The waves were big and clean and it was one of the best hours of my life. To this day, we are still best mates.
I didn't go to Newquay again until 1991 and me and my new girlfriend (now wife) pulled into the car park overlooking the bay and it was jam packed to the rafters with maybe ten or more going for the same wave.
I then settled on the emptier breaks in North Devon and as recently as 2006 I can remember me being out there with no more than a handful of other surfers on a good day at Croyde.
Not any more.
Today, if you look down on Croyde from the hills above, it's like someone has emptied an ants nest into a flushing toilet.
On the plus side, there are a lot more roads on which you can cycle in this country than there are waves you can surf.