CLUB TRIPS
Vicco Trip report – Fangio and Terminator, May 8 to 16
Terminator and I enjoyed an incredible run of waves in Victoria in the week between Saturday 8 and Sunday 16 May. But I’m getting ahead of myself. To the detail!
Early morning, Saturday May 8, we left Term’s place at the Bay and headed up the highway, destination Port Fairy. A good day for driving, all the time knowing that there was an epic swell happening in Western Vicco. The Buoyweather charts looked stunning for the whole week. According to Coastwatch, consistent swell had started back on Wednesday April 28 and, suffice to say, it still hadn’t stopped by the time until we had surfed ourselves to a standstill at the Passage in Port Fairy on Sunday morning, May 16th.
After a very good run, we arrived at Port Fairy around 4pm, Vicco time, and headed straight down to the waterfront. There was a stunning number of cars parked in the Griffith Island carpark, with local kids coming and going on their bikes with boards and steamers under their arms. The Lighthouse was going off! After a walk of at least 15 kms (I could be wrong – perhaps it just felt like that), Term and I arrived to see pumping waves, and just in time to enjoy the evening glass off. We spent a fantastic hour or so just before dusk enjoying outstanding surf and relatively friendly locals.
Sadly for our respective mothers, Term and I went AWOL the next morning, which happened to be Mothers Day. The surf was insane and, being the Western District, all good sons were either at church, lunching with their mums, recovering from a big Saturday night or all of the above. The wind was a little north, adding a little lump to the waves, but it was still close enough to offshore to make it a memorable session.
After lunch and a coffee in the main street of Port Fairy (so civilised, so urbane – much like Term and myself), we headed up the Princes Hwy to Ocean Grove. Up early on Monday morning, at 8am we were checking out nearby 13th Beach, which looked f**@@…g big and f@#!@!!….g hollow, with a lot of crew out. According to Coastalwatch, that Monday “13th Beach was like Pipeline … with waves in the solid 6ft+ range and even bigger on the Bombie.”
We drove west, looking for a break with less than 40 crew out. Fisheries, Point Impossible Torquay Main Beach, Torquay Point, Jan Juc, Winki and Bells – they were all turning it on, the latter two with flawless 15 wave sets in the 6-8ft range, but, again, all of them were packed with ravening locals.
So we kept going further west, down the Great Ocean Road, with every corner we turned appearing to have a reef or point break with a steaming righthander peeling down it. Finally, we hit Sawmills, just short of Wye River, and had almost 3 hours of fantastic waves, most in the 4 foot range, and all to ourselves.
On the way back to Ocean Grove that arvo, we had to stop for 20 or so minutes for roadworks, just opposite a point break that a local later told us rarely works. It was huge and insane, with some amazingly fast and steep takeoffs and a mellow inside section being hopped into by, again, ravening locals with inside knowledge. Making a mental note to come back the next day when our 50 year old bodies had recovered a bit, we reluctantly moved off. Sadly, though, conditions had changed by the next day and the break was unsurfable. Never to mind, we headed back to Cathedrals and enjoyed a couple of hours of sensational, fast righthanders.
And so the week went. Surf for a few hours in the morning, lunch and coffee in the arvo, then back to the house at the Grove or, after Thursday, the house at Port Fairy. On the way back to Port Fairy I was privileged to meet a mate of Term’s at Port Campbell who doesn’t bother going out unless there’s a strong possibility that he’ll not come back alive. I kid you not. He showed us his amazing collection of boards: guns, tow-ins (jeez they’re heavy – about 10 kgs each) and a whole bunch of others, each one with no doubt an amazing story to tell. A lovely bloke and very modest, particularly given some of the waves that he’s been deep inside of. He was actually recovering from blowing out his knee on a huge wave that had hit him, after which he’d swum in with his board. What a waterman!
As for us, whilst the huge swell of the early part of the week had moderated by Thursday, the breaks at Warrnambool and Port Fairy that are often unsurfable in bigger swell events were working well. Oigles and the Passage both got a big workout, with Vincent O’Dwyer, SKA’s spy in Western Vicco, joining us at Oigles. A nice bloke.
There were still waves in the 3-5’ range at the Passage on Friday and Saturday, with pretty clean conditions. On Saturday the wind had gone a little onshore overnight, so we somehow avoided being inundated by locals. The locals that were out were very friendly, with one (a kneeboarder, of course) even rescuing Term’s board from the very unforgiving and close-by rocks when his leggie broke when a 5’ plus cleanout set came through. I fell in love with the place, notwithstanding that I turned my board into a twinnie and only found that fact out when I tried a big bottom turn on a 4’ beauty and found myself on my back under a very unforgiving lip.
After a very mellow early Sunday morning session, we headed home. As usual, late autumn rocked in Vicco. According to the locals, the water still wasn't that cold. Most were still in 3/2 steamers, but I confess to finally surrendering and wearing Term’s old 4/3 steamer all week. Thanks mate – what a revelation!
And what a great week it was. Sadly, conditions being what they were we didn’t tag team photo duties, so the best I can offer is this link to Coastalwatch. If you find yourself green with envy, mark the second week in May down in your 2011 diary.
Fangio
PHILLIP ISLAND 2009
Four SKA members made the trip to southern Victoria to compete in the Phillip Island Kneeboard Classic (PIKC). Three, Phil Arthur, Craig Jacobs and Paul Francis, flew to Melbourne with their Partners, hired cars and drove to Phillip Island where they stayed in a rented house. By contrast one intrepid soul drove from Adelaide (more specifically the Barossa Valley) to Phillip Island, with a surf and overnight stay at one of his favourite surf spots on SA’s south east coast. No guesses who that was!!!
An informal contest meeting was held on Friday night at the Isle of Wight Hotel, Cowes. This meeting was used to explain to the competitors the format, etc of the contest, provide the draw and for those who did not have a full two course meal moments before, some Pizza. After not being able to eat any Pizza, which disappeared quicker than a Coopers Pale Ale in PB’s hands, I returned to my tent at the caravan park, while the rest of the SKA crew returned to their luxury accommodation.
I woke up early in the morning, put on some surfing music to get in the mood, ate breakfast and tried to psyche myself up for the contest. Within a half hour I was ready to go, besides how many times can you listen to ‘The Theme from the Endless Summer’? Is there any other surfing music?
I was one of the first at the contest site. The organisers were still setting up for the contest. The weather was almost sunny. The wind was off-shore. What more could you want? Oh! Surf! Well it was almost there. Occasionally a small but rideable wave presented itself. The contest was going ahead (what else could they do?).
When the sun was well into sky and just before the contest started the other SKA boys left their luxurious accommodation and decide to join the contest scene. PB, who was suffering from a back injury (should have slept in a tent!) had to withdraw from the contest. The rest of us were raring to go. My heat was late, so I walked down the beach and had a surf to myself, unfortunately I missed Craig’s heat in the Open Division. I was back in time to see Paul’s Open Division heat and he only needed a good second wave to advance, but was out of luck. I was in the second last heat of the first round Open Division. My first wave was OK. I managed to ride it to the beach, which was not that far away from where I took off. Unfortunately like my fellow SKA members, I did not score that good second wave in the 15 minutes allocated and failed to advance.
Although PB did not compete, he acted like the team captain and gave us less experienced competitors a few tips, which I certainly appreciated. I felt part of an SA team, even though it was and individual event. The camaraderie between the SKA competitors and partners, for the whole event, was great and made it well worth the trip.
The contest Organisers decided to stick with the open division as they were unsure of the surf the next day, so no SKA competitors were left to surf on Saturday. The three SKA boys with their partners and in there hired cars decided to do the tourist bit. I stayed to watch and hopefully learn something about contest surfing, which I could use in my age division event the next day. I decided to take a few photos in the quarter finals as the standard of surfing was exceptionally
high for the small waves that were on offer. Critical manoeuvres, length of ride and finishing a wave off properly appear to be the main criteria for the Judges. The Open Division was not completed on Saturday with the final left for Sunday.
That night the SKA Crew and partners enjoyed a sit down meal at a local restaurant that overlooked the southern ocean. The meal was superb. The company was great and the conversation ranged from the contest to lesser known history of the new comers to SKA, namely yours truly and Paul Francis. Again it was great for me as I got to know the guys better.
During the night the rain settled in and while sleeping in my tent, I had dreams of Noah building an Ark. The tent can take a certain amount or rain, but after a while it just gave up and started dripping all over the place. By morning, everything was wet. I gave the surfing music a miss and got up early to pack my car. Everything was just crammed in wet. I was sure it would dry out once I hit SA. Meanwhile I still had the ‘Old Farts’ division to compete in which we were told will be first up on this morning.
One of the few tube rides for the day
I was at the contest site by 7 am. It was still raining (we are in Victoria!!). The wind, although light at this stage, was a cross wind almost off shore. The surf had picked up, but began dropping as the wind increased and turned more onshore. The organisers decided to run two heats at a time on two sandbars just left of the Woolamai Surf Lifesaving Clubhouse. I was in the third heat of the ‘OF’ (‘Old Farts’ or Over Fifties, which ever way you like) division with Craig Jacobs. Paul Francis was in the second heat of the OF division.
Paul’s heat hit the water before 8am. It was still raining, with the wind increasing in strength and shifting more southerly (onshore). I watched most of Paul’s heat from the shoreline while waiting with Craig to hit the water for our heat. We hid behind our Boards for protection from the wind and rain and watched as Paul got lots of waves and good rides. I was sure he would advance as he was my pick of the surfers in the water.
Soon it was Craig’s and my turn. My first wave was a rather lengthy ride for the day and I finished it of with a small re-entry. A good start, but as in my open heat, I could not find another wave and messed up every other wave I caught. Paddling out, I saw Craig get lots of waves and ride them well. The other competitors also seemed to have more waves then me. I was glad when the heat was over as the conditions were terrible.
When we got back to the competition tent, they had not given the results yet for Paul’s heat let alone ours. Running two heats at a time and the wet and windy conditions made it difficult to tally the scores. I was not confident however, I was sure Paul would have gone close to winning his heat. I felt Craig surfed well enough to advance over me and so I started planning my long drive home. The results of Paul’s heat were announced and he came second and advanced to the semi-final. Well done Paul! Not long after the results of Craig’s and my heat were announced. Surprisingly and thanks to my first and only wave, I came second by the barest of margins pushing Craig to third. I felt I was lucky to advance.
Within the next hour the weather turned for the worse as a southerly squall hit the contest site almost blowing everything away. The organisers called off the contest as the surf disappeared with the squall. All remaining contestants were asked to turn up at the Woolamai car-park at 12.30 pm when the fate of the contest will be decided.
The weather did not improve but at 12.30 the organisers, who had now secured the Woolamai Surf Lifesaving Clubhouse for the judges, decided to continue with the contest, still running two heats at a time. Our semi-finals were sent to the sand bank to the left of the club house (Which Bank??). I looked as hard as I could, but could not see a bank and only saw a small wave lapping the shoreline. I watched the surfers in the first semi-final, which included Paul, struggle in the poor conditions. I tried to figure out where to take off, but could not see any consistent spot. It was going to be difficult, however, the conditions are the same for everybody. Paul appeared to be struggling and failed to make the final. In my heat, I could not catch a good wave and then did the unthinkable, I dropped in, which put an end to my quest at Phillip Island.
I stayed to watch the final in the men’s open division. I was amazed at the standard of surfing considering the conditions and although the winner was announced later that night my guess that Chayne Simpson would win was correct.
With a long drive home I decided to miss the presentation and leave early. On the way home, I thought about the events over the weekend and although conditions were terrible weather wise and surf wise, it was a great weekend and I would love to do it again. I exceeded my expectation in making the semi-final out of 20 competitors in my age division. I made a number of new friends from interstate who shared similar interest in kneeboarding and photography. The highest praise I could give is for the organisers of the contest. The conditions were the most difficult you could get, yet they managed to get through the whole contest with little or no complaints from the competitors. Well done, you are a credit to kneeboard surfing. (If the contest organisers read this, remember me next year so I get some brownie points for my surfing next year.)
I found out while driving home in the Victorian country side that the 100kph open speed limit is an advisory speed. I set my car on cruise control just a twig over 100kph and all the way home I felt like a mobile chicane as the cars just flew past me. Anyway I got home without incident having enjoyed a great surfing trip away.
Gun
KANGAROO ISLAND TRIP 2009 – A Newcomer’s Perspective
As a frequent visitor to the SKA website the KI trip drew my attention. Being mates with GT (alias the Frog – hell, I knew him when he was a tadpole), who was a SKA member I emailed him suggesting joining up and tagging along. His detailed reply was “pay up, lets go”. Four weeks before trip, I became a financial member. Two weeks before, GT and ‘yours truly’ were given the nod. We’re in!!
It was time to get fit. I started eating healthy. I changed to dark chocolate Cherry Ripes, Lite Icecream and even switched to diet Stout (a couple of drops of diet lemonade per stubby of Coopers Stout). Hell, I even started walking – to and from the TV to turn it on and off. I allowed myself the luxury of changing channels with the remote. I didn’t want to overdo it, besides I couldn’t work out how to change channels without the remote.
Two days before I packed away my lawn bowls, pulled my trusty kneeboard down from the shed rafters and dusted it off. I was ready. Only two more sleeps.
Friday morning came around quick enough and at 5am (that’s before the sun comes up for the late risers) I was driving through the Adelaide hills to Strathalbyn. My eyes were wide open looking out for Kangaroos. Wouldn’t it be ironic if a suicidal Kangaroo ended my trip to Kangaroo Island? The experts would work out some kind of conspiracy theory if that happened. It didn’t happen and after taking the scenic route to Strathalbyn (which was pointless seeing it was dark), I arrived at GT’s mum’s house.
Packed the gear into his trusty 1972 Toyota Ute, a quick breakfast and we were on our way to Cape Jarvis. With a top speed of 78K’s we had plenty of time to reminisce about other surfing trips.
Like the time we tried tow in surfing, before they invented Jet Skis. We got the old EJ Holden bogged and watched good surf role in while we dug the car out. The tow rope would not have reached out back anyway.
We talked about our first trip to Bells in 1969. Was that scary! GT nearly fell over the cliff at Bells. I pushed him as hard as I could, but he was stronger than me and won. It was only a friendly fight. Needless to say he crossed me off his Christmas card list for a few years.
Finally we made it to Cape Jarvis and lined up with the other cars to board the Sea Link ferry. Not knowing any of the SKA crew we could pick them easily (kneeboards on the cars helped). Soon we were shaking hands and all that formal stuff. We got to know each other better on the Ferry. I didn’t recognise any body that I had dropped in on before so I felt a little better. By 11 am we were heading to our rental house. We drove along pot hole road, (if you swerved to miss one pot hole, you hit twenty others), turned left into muddy road and left into our accommodation. Unpacked the gear then out to the point.
As we flew (figuratively speaking) over the last hill and saw the waves breaking at the point with no one out, it took me about 1 second to decide to go out. The waves were at least 3 foot (PB’s measurement) and hit hard. My first ride was an easy shoulder near the end of the wave. It was just a warm up! I haven’t been in the water for some time. By the time I was ready for my second wave a number of the SKA crew were already paddling out. I hadn’t seen too many other kneelo’s in the water before so it was good to watch. Style Master and Pinebox paddled out back to the take off spot and waited for the bigger three footers. Trying to impress, I started paddling out to join them only to see the first set come in. I was too far inside to catch them (whew!!!) but saw PB take off on the biggest one and rip past me. Paddling like mad to make it over the next wave, I could only assume he made it through. Style Master grabbed the next and like PB ripped passed me. I was still paddling, heart pumping. Sh#@!!! I was out the back by myself and there were some more big ones coming. If I backed off, I would never live it down, so tentatively I paddled for the first big one. If I missed it, at least I would look like I was trying for it. Well bugger me, I caught the wave. Flying down the face, the wave took me for a ride. I think I made the bottom. Not sure if my eyes were open. Just hoping to survive. Somehow I did. I caught a few more that day practicing my take-off’s. After several visits to the bottom (of the ocean, not the wave) I thought there must be more to surfing than the take-off. (Mental Note: Remember the bottom turn.) If I get a session tomorrow, I intended to practice my bottom turn.
Meanwhile the SKA boys were all doing it. PB and SM caught some of the bigger 3 footers and the others caught the leftovers. It was a great session and good to see how the better kneelo’s do it. We had the place to ourselves for a couple of hours then the local Stand Ups arrived. It was time to go in anyway.
We watched the locals, who had the place wired and made a few mental notes on riding the point. Keeping in mind that we may be sharing the waves with them tomorrow. Time to head back and food. We came back later but too many locals and tired bodies made it an easy decision not to have a second session on Day One.
That night we had GT’s marinated chicken (lots of garlic) for dinner, cooked by Master Chef PB. Everybody had a go at the BBQ and there was enough food for an Army. Lucky, as it was nearly all gone by the end of the night. Sharing a few Ale’s and Wine (truth syrup) we talked about surf, sex and ‘The Adventures of Phil Arthur’. It was good way to get to know the guys and for them to get to know us.
Day Two dawned with the promise more waves. Wind was in the right direction. Before long we were paddling out to the line up to join a few locals who couldn’t wait. My arms were a little tired from the day before, which was hard to believe after all the effort I made to get fit two weeks before we left. Today was my ‘Bottom Turn’ day. Not much luck as I visited the bottom of the ocean more than I wanted to. The session belonged to GT and Maxi, who were getting more than their share on the smaller 3 footers inside the point. I managed to get a few waves and headed in for lunch.
The second session on Day Two was more of a disaster for me as my now aching arms would hardly move while trying to catch a wave. I stuffed up more than a made. I watched Paul ride wave after wave at Inners (the second section from the point). He managed to dodge the close-outs that kept pushing me back into the bay. The session did, however, belong to Freddie who sat out the morning session. Freddie caught wave after wave and ripped. He made his late take-off’s (show-off) and did enough to convince me it was time to go in. Drying myself off, I watched Fangio and Peg holding their own with the local stand-up boys, who even dropped in on the President. He’s lucky he didn’t get a peg on his head.
Steve ‘Fangio’ ripped the final waves of the day. What a great weekend so far and still one day to go. That night we had more of the same only Steve was the Master Chef cooking the chicken and potatoes to perfection. More Ales and wine and “The Adventures of Phil Arthur II”. It made me realise, what a sheltered life I led. That night I slept like a log.
Day three dawned with conditions looking better. The Point was doing it again only better than before. Unfortunately eight locals were already in the line up and doing OK for stand-ups. Out of courtesy we decided not to go out. Instead we packed up camp and did the Rip Curl Search thing where we drive to every surf spot we knew hoping to get a wave. I went along for the ride.
Our search took us to several beach breaks which had good waves but too many close-outs as the increasing off-shore wind turn more sideways. It looked like we were not going to get a surf. A few of the group headed to a secluded beach break for a small wave, while the rest of us visited a secret spot now know as “Bucks”. With permission we drove through a farmer paddock. Opened and closed enough gates to be sick of it and finally overlooked a huge right hander which unfortunately (or fortunately – which ever way you look at it) was blown out a little by the gusty side wind. The wave was impressive and we kept it in our minds for future reference.
With only an hour or so to go before we had to catch the Sea Link to the main land, we took the scenic route back to Penneshaw. On the way, in the distance, we discovered another place with potential. With not enough time to look at it closely we noted this one for our next trip.
It was almost time to go back. GT and myself left the others (they had faster cars and really left us in their dust), visited some friends and managed a bit of bird watching. Although we weren’t booked on the 5.30 ferry we managed to get on. The trip back was a bit rough but OK. I got home about 10 pm.
What a great trip. Unfortunately for Dave “Mad Dog”, he spent most of the weekend in bed and missed out on the surf however he did travel with us on Day Three. Hope you are better Dave. I’m looking forward to my next trip with these guys and I have already put my name down for the next KI trip.
Thanks to all who organised this trip
Gun
Kangaroo Island Trip - 2008
SHOW ME DA WAVES, how good did we get it at Kangaroo Island again!!! It was a bloody great trip and plenty of funny shit along the way……but none of the going’s on had me involved……….!! Ok so I lied but I’m Da Prez and I can !!
Righty O where do I start, mmmm Well!!! as per usual no good surf trip should start without holding up the FERRY cause an un-named Stylemaster and Sneaky J missed timed the drive and they had the vouchers in their car!! But after some sweet-talking by Groova, Cornflakes, Pockets and myself with da loading marshall we were off on da trip. Now it was a bit rough on the trip over and some of the party weren’t going so good even after the sea sickness tablets!!!!! But they battled hard and didn’t spew all over the boat so a major mop up was averted!! Ahhh calm water, we docked and we headed for the new house, “ The Loverings” only 10 minutes away from Sewer. Stylemaster made a great call on the house, as it was a perfect setup for the weekend.
Unfortunately the surf was not being kind to us but Stylemaster and Sneaky J squeezed in a 2ft surf for half an hour late in the day at Sewer. We cranked up the BBQ and had a great feed. Dan, Beachie and Slasher arrived at 9pm on the late shift as they couldn’t make the early ferry and we all crashed by 11pm. All I can say is the snoring in the house that night was something to be marvelled at. I swear the paint was being sucked off the bloody walls!!! Slasher pulled the cold straw and scored the caravan out the back but truth be known he wanted it cause he loves being with nature!!
With snoring still in their ears Stylemaster and Sneaky J got an early start on Saturday at Sewer while it was still dark, with the rest of the troops half an hour behind. The surf had cleaned right up and there were fun 2-3 footers coming through the line-up with the occasional 4 footer keeping everybody happy. We had 2 filthy sessions during the day with all the gang getting wet. Pockets and Cornflakes led the pack with some great gouges and Stylemaster along with Groova were the cutback kings. Big Dan charged the lineup like a man possessed and Sneaky J, the quiet achiever, smoked some sick waves on the inside. Beachie had his fair share of some little pearlers but swimming forty metres for his board after a snapped leggie didn’t do him any favours, but true to his fighting spirit he gulped in the big ones and went for the gold medal swim (sorry guys that was a crap pun). Cade came of age with some powerful hacks off the top and as usual the Prez couldn’t keep out of the action and thought head butting his board would be fun but guess what? It hurts mummy!
As with every trip nicknames are made and destroyed and this trip was no different. From this trip forward Dan is to be known as “The Wave Slut” and Sneaky J is to be called “Killer”. Slasher has been superseded and is now called the “ GYPSY”!!!
As with all nights after a long surf the boys let it all hang out and consequently the Prezo is no longer allowed to have the remote control and Johnny is banned from picking up Huntsman spiders and placing them on Groova’s shoulder. Groova wins the award for being calm under pressure with Mrs Huntsman but if he knew it was actually alive I am sure it would be a different story……!!! The Prezo would also like to apologise for waking up Groova late Saturday night but it was all for the best as he was in need a pee anyway so what’s the problem??
Sunday morning started off a but hazy for all of us but we were all soon keen again for a surf (amazing what a weetbix and a strong coffee will do for ya!). A quick check at Sewer and it’s a no go so we cruise back to the house, rallied the troops and we headed for Flour Cask Bay. Well bugger me if it wasn’t doing it!! After much texting and phoning we all ended up pulling into some nice little pits and gorging ourselves stupid!!! Stylemaster and Sneaky J did a great job recording the days surfin’.
But with all good things they must come to an end and so five of us headed for the ferry while Stylemaster, Sneaky J, Groova and Cornflakes were left to fly the flag for Monday. Monday turned out to be another cranker with the boys scoring Stokes Bay with 2 - 3 foot gems lining up in the bay.
A big thanks to Sealink travel group for helping us get to KI so we could have another fantastic trip away.
Can’t wait for the next one. Thanks to everyone for turning up to play…Twas a great game!
Pinebox signing off until next time……
SKA -Yorkes Trip 2008
SKA’s first road trip for 2008 was to Yorke Peninsular on the first weekend in April. Phil, Mick, Pete and Dave made the trip over before the weekend to join John who is a semi permanent resident of Marion Bay these days. The boys were rewarded with two surfs at Chinaman’s, which were apparently pretty good, although there were some heated discussions between Phil and Dave as to the size of the waves. Now, was that 2 – 3 ft or 3-4 ft boys? And on whose scale? What the heck, by all reports it was pretty good and everyone had a good time.
Craig (your author) arrived late Friday with his wife and MOTHER IN LAW!!!!! This earned him huge brownie points with Gail, who was at her wits end by Saturday arvo with her mother telling her what to do. Dan had also made a family weekend of it, staying at Sultana Point and driving down each day.
This trip saw SKA Alley at the Marion Bay Caravan Park expand, with three sites in the one cul de sac now owned by SKA members Pete, Craig and Dennis and being used over the weekend for accommodation.
On Saturday we set out for a trip up the coast, with Pete’s call being that the swell was too small for Pondie and the wind were good for Salmon Hole. He was pretty well spot on! We were met with the site of two to three foot Salmon hole with perfect offshore winds and only two people out. It was ours for the taking and take it we did! We paddled out to find one guy without a wet suit, so pretty soon it was just the SKA boys enjoying themselves and dodging the suck rock. We all had some nice waves for and hour or so, then it began to drop off and there were some long waits between sets.
Fishing at Lizards was the call for the afternoon, and Mick, Pete and John were rewarded for their patience with a good catch which most of us enjoyed for dinner that night, which was big, all in, BBQ and roast veggie event, enjoyed with a few ales and wines.
Sunday was a non event surf wise; big Ethels with one tow in surfer, board breaking 44’s which we gave a big miss, or tiny Pondie. Phil wanted to get home to watch the showdown, Pete and Dave had left early and Craig did odd jobs supervised by the M.I.L.
Maybe not the best trip surf wise, but a great weekend away which was enjoyed by all.
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