The combination of a decent north-westerly swell, westerly winds and a free weekend led Aaron, Steveo and myself out west to find the promise of waves in some easterly headlands. A few waves were had on Friday night but it was Saturday's forecast that had Steveo pointing out to see...
Après-surf midnight Barbeque...
Saturday morning. The wave thats elusiveness inspired the trip, remained elusive and was categorically
not doing its thing...
It soon became clear that the swell hadn't turned up as expected. Friday nights spot was even smaller than the night before and so the search began...
A few miles and a headland later some windswept rights were found...
The boys wasted no time getting suited and booted...
Guns don't kill people, currents do. (Check out the bullet hole below the A)
Aaron beneath the cliffs...
As the morning went on the swell kept growing too...
Steveo throwing buckets on a small wan...
and trying to the beat the section on something a little bigger.
Awog on a wave that always looked like a closeout but went on forever...
Whitewater floating...
Midface on a green'un
After getting some waves we started making our way back east and home but couldn't help but take a final detour to one last spot we thought would have a wave. The view from over the dune...
Going right through the Ammophilia...
While Aaron decided to enjoy the waves from the dune and I ponced about with a camera...
Stevesky spent his afternoon pulling into as many little shorebreak closeouts he could find.
So much so that I could even make a collage from it. Thomas Smyth presents
Stevey's Guide to Pulling (in).
The combination of a decent north-westerly swell, westerly winds and a free weekend led Aaron, Steveo and myself out west to find the promise of waves in some easterly headlands. A few waves were had on Friday night but it was Saturday's forecast that had Steveo pointing out to see...
Après-surf midnight Barbeque...
Saturday morning. The wave thats elusiveness inspired the trip, remained elusive and was categorically not doing its thing...
It soon became clear that the swell hadn't turned up as expected. Friday nights spot was even smaller than the night before and so the search began...
A few miles and a headland later some windswept rights were found...
The boys wasted no time getting suited and booted...
Guns don't kill people, currents do. (Check out the bullet hole below the A)
Aaron beneath the cliffs...
As the morning went on the swell kept growing too...
Steveo throwing buckets on a small wan...
and trying to the beat the section on something a little bigger.
Awog on a wave that always looked like a closeout but went on forever...
Whitewater floating...
Midface on a green'un
After getting some waves we started making our way back east and home but couldn't help but take a final detour to one last spot we thought would have a wave. The view from over the dune...
Going right through the Ammophilia...
While Aaron decided to enjoy the waves from the dune and I ponced about with a camera...
Stevesky spent his afternoon pulling into as many little shorebreak closeouts he could find.
So much so that I could even make a collage from it. Thomas Smyth presents Stevey's Guide to Pulling (in).
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