Scrape on some clothes. Fling wettie, flask of tea, pack of bikkies in the car. The gods smile down on me. As I round the turn in the track, a three wave set slides silkily down the reef. In my hurry to park at the watermill, I get the rear wheel stuck in the hedge.
Front wheel spins on the grass.
It must be nearly a year since I rode this baby. Didn't realise how hooked I've become on the longboard drug. The path leading to the beach is 600 yds of slippery mud, booties are not designed for this. Can't see the waves yet. The anticipation is a big part of surfing at this spot.