Back from the three weeks up the coast and not particularly ready for action. As you can expect after that amount of time spent lolling about in the water or eating prawns, the thought of the daily grind fills me with dread.
Still, one must do what one must.
Surf wise, not as flash as last year up there. Arrived to a macking swell along the entire east coast of Australia that lit up everywhere ... but where I was. North east swell with north east winds meant it was onshore everywhere it was on and not on everywhere it was off. Finally though the wind did behave and I got a few surfs in at a very punchy slab called Pink Rocks... which it did. Biggest waves nudging 8 feet, my performance varying from going hard to getting hit pretty bloody hard, but no beltings along the bottom and a smiling old fart at the end.
Easily the best waves I've had up there.
Pictures, I have them, but you'll have to wait as not long after that I went for a snorkel to see the pretty fishies and my crappy snapper finally kicked the bucket... full of water and dead as a dodo.
Other news... well, Musica Surfica hits the airwaves this Saturday as it premieres on Foxtel's Bio channel.
It's received rave reviews (from all my friends) and I can't wait to see how the real world reacts. I'll keep you posted on what, when and where internationally, as our next job is to sell it overseas. If we end up making enough I might be able to take it somewhere or other, but I ain't holding my breath.
So... until I get my pictures off the camera... here's a piccie from Broulee (or as Gaz calls it.. Creme Broulee) from last year.