D.J. rolls up and is greeted by the usual crew. Someone suggests a couple of beers and come back in an hour. So they get back from the pub. The sun is lower, but still above the horizon. It's 10 now.
Guys start getting changed in anticipation.
Or is it hope. D.J. suits up, waxes up, has a smoke. By now there's a dozen or so out. Maybe some of the waves are waste high. D.J. walks down the expanse of sand.