D.J. has had a surf at a sheltered reef further west 'during work' and has made it home for tea with Ang', realised the glass-off has occurred and bolted his meal down and headed back 20 minutes to the local break. The waves on the outgoing tide are too small. No-one has gone out yet. Everyone is hanging out in that impatient way common the world over. 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.