The beggining of a long road.

I never actually thought that saturday the 10th of October 2009 would turn out to be an eventful day. With howling onshore winds and a very sloppy surf running, I knew I wouldn't be able to throw on my trusty hooded dive wetsuit and chase the remains of the winters fish. As I drove south looking for some snapshots to break in my cameras hymen, I fell into doubt knowing that there couldn't possibly be anyone out surfing on a day like this. I pulled onto the curb and headed out to the old faithful headland which is famously known for its slab of a wave capable of pushing even the most sturdiest of men into the faetal position. It wasn't pretty, 2 foreigners (one French, and the other South African) along with another Australian, toughed out the conditions and gave this wave a run for its money