Over the next few days I'm thiinking of getting a few torture instruments. Barbed wire undies, single nail earmuffs, that sort of thing.
Might as well since I began the habit with a visit to the coast yesterday while unable to surf.
Unfortunately I had to take a look at what was on offer and as they say on facebook.. OMG!!
A soft offshore and the afternoon tide filling meant the hordes who'd inhabited the name breaks had exited to recoup, have a coffee, cuddle up to a significant other, or flop in a beanbag and drift off to dreamland.
Yesterday afternoon dreamland was in the water as apart from Winki, everywhere was empty and all was Perfect. Bells, maybe 6 out, tops. Centreside, none. Perfect right just up coast, none. Boobs left, none, right 5.
Shots, some snaps in no particular order of empty perfection, a trembling handed grab bag at what was on offer on our lovely coast.