Weather on Saturday mysteriously much like that of Friday, from what I've heard…

Inspite of all the weather forecasts to the contrary, the newly return-ed prodigal son Joeleee, Dub and I head down to Torquay on *Saturday* to find relatively low wind conditions but still a bit blowy at the local surf beach. Always the perfectionists we decide the cliffs of Jan Juc will give us optimum cover, suit up and head down the stairs and straight into a white frothy battlefield. Liken it if you will to the beach being Lebanon, the waves are Israel giving the beach a good old mashing and we can be innocent civilians getting double mashed in the middle. We can't even get out the back as wave after wave rolls in, I manage it for a brief second but am almost too scared to come back to shore as slow giants keep tumbling in, consuming all lesser surfers in their path (ie us!), yowser. Less than optimistic we head back to the surf beach and lo and behold the wind has died down, there are only 3 others out and the swell is up! The reef once again shelters us from the worst of it and as a result we get heaps of wave, again and again and again rolling the whole way into the beach. What a great day! Swell and Birdrock are both closed but nestled in the middle we find an enthusiastic fish & chip shop that sorts us all out with tasty (yes you read right) burgers with the lot, how delightful.

Lockie

PS special thanks to Hatty's (Hoody's?) bonnet that Glovey appropriated for the day, look how happy i am to wear it

PPS unlikely to get a wave in Thailand's bay but will try and find a burger