The coast was smiling yesterday.
A groomed 4-6ft plus swell, consistent, warm, offshore. If I was french I'd be going ooh la la.
On days like this though you can sometimes end up a bit frustrated. So many waves, which to choose, where to go out? On top of that the lucky boys of the Torquay Boardriders had the day slated for Bells, so they had its empty perfection to themselves.
Oddly, and a testament to what can happen when people choose to get along, is that although many chose Winki, myself included, there were solo waves and laughter for the entire afternoon. Of course there were exceptions, but the spirits were collectively willing.
It was good to see, as young rippers and old coots mixed it up and really enjoyed a near perfect mix of conditions.
Before I went out I said to myself just two good ones will make a good session.
As it happened I had four or five, a couple of which rate in the all time category. Not one to hoot, the best had me screaming at the top of my lungs at the end of 200 metres of speed and carve.
Sure, I had the odd hammering, probably looked a complete goose on a couple too, as that is de rigueur pour moi, but... it was bloody good.
Alas, my old mate Harley, hung over and very much the worse for wear after a bucks night the night before, never really got on song.
Harls loves riding the Hynd finless. Today was not his day.
Looking across as he attempted a big peak, I wasn't feeling particularly comfy about the looming hook behind as catastrophe courted him and he launched right into the maw of a very thick lip.
Two jagged pieces surfaced, the board making a V for victory sign, while Harley rose, took one look, and looking anything but victorious held his head in his hands before sinking to the bottom in despair.
Surfacing, he made a desolate sight as the waves washed him in.
I had to shrug it off as 'stuff. With the experience of many busted boards in the past, a broken board is not a dead one. It will be resurrected, perhaps a little portly, but a bit of weight never hurt anyone and I wouldn't throw a wobbler over the uncontrollable anyway.
It was great day, either way.
Pics, Emptiness, Perfection and Winki. I'd have better shots but my battery ran out.