ol' reliable

Smith's Beach delivers again for Joel, Pete and Lockie giving some respite from the wind. Decent waves across the width of the bay which picked up until the high tide turned them into gravediggers pounding on the shore at about the same time that we couldn't move our limbs (BTW I checked and water temps would have been around14-15deg). Joel and I both get mashed by dumpers leaving Joel-ee with a chick impressing whack on the ankle (should have happened on friday morning).

Tracey's does the needful with some tasty burgers. Pete is briefly voted out of the gang for suggesting we try a hotdog next time... he cried and Joel and I let him back in. Another nice sunday

Lockie