Talk about a lucky boy.
As it turned out the best banks in what might be the history of the universe have settled in to a range of phalanx like triangles up and down this particular beach, and managed to communicate to the surf gods a message that spelt out 'send me your most perfect and straight three to four foot swell"...
The jackpots have been sounding up and down the beach, Mark is near comatose with muscle failure after days of hours and hours and hours of paddling back for another.
I managed one trip down to enjoy it with him yesterday and partook of three prime banks over four hours, including one left and right peak I had to myself for two of them. The pics were taken with the sea breeze on it...
Most of the time it has been sheet glass.
Doesn't get much better than that.
Now to get rid of the permanent drill in the side of my head caused by Beelzebubbles.
Pics: Waves, empty peaks and a couple of kids dancing in the Southern Ocean.