Wot no surfboard... Or surf...?

... This is what happens when moths improvise seaside fun.

His little feelers were blowing about all over the place in the wind.
But he's hanging on!

I've blipped one of these moths before.
I shall return and tell you what it was so kindly identified as!

Tiredness is winning tonight, I shall comment properly tomorrow.
Sentences are not stringing themselves together in a conducive way at all.

Edit: Mollyblobs, Penbigroo and Marts, so kindly defined this moth as Pyrausta aurata.
Many thanks and much appreciation to them all!